Today is 8.9.10
That is an interesting date. It is also the 11th birthday of my best buddy Cassy. Here are some photos...



Saturday. This now-11-year-old dog hiked 22 miles two days ago. That is twenty-two miles. She hiked the Colorado Trail with me in 2003 when she was 3 years old, all 500 miles of it. She is an amazing pooch. She even loved her visit to the vet today (a special birthday treat). Happy Birthday Cassy!

Walking on the Rim

A lot of my inspiration for making art comes from being outside.  I'm a big walker.  My yellow lab Cassy is getting older and I'm watching her slow down and wondering what will happen to our daily walks?  We love to clamber over mesas for miles every day (or at least I love to do this and she humors me).  But she is approaching 10 years old and is not as thrilled to just peek around this or that corner or over that rise any more.  Will I have to leave her behind?  I will have to continue walking and probably to get another dog when she is gone because there is no better motivation to walk than a dog's begging for some exercise.  I've been plying her with glucosamine and even lift her out of the back of the truck to save her joints (her vet recommended it--I'm not completely nuts!)  The big skies of New Mexico just seem to help me forget all the details that clog my mind day to day and that lets me feel possibilities for art--and other things in life.

Here are some photos of me out on the west rim trail of the Rio Grande Gorge.  That is Wheeler Peak in the background near Taos.  Mostly I think I'm thinking about how I'm going to redo my website completely--and how much this needs doing--and how I don't have the time to do it right now or the money to pay someone to do it for me.  And then I saw the sunset and the alpineglow on the mountain, and I realized how fabulous it was just to be outside and able to walk.  The website can wait a little bit... at least for today.

A snowy day in New Mexico

So I have returned to my homeland. I suppose that sounds a little dramatic, but I really feel like I'm supposed to be back here. Maybe not specifically Velarde as I have no prior connection to this particular place, but I think Velarde is as good a spot to land as any other. For one thing I live just a stones throw from the Rio Grande river--the great mother river of this part of the country whose headwaters I have hiked along in Colorado and by whose banks I have walked my dog in Alamosa and watched cranes in Albuquerque and Socorro. Now I live next to her and hope to hear the cranes flying over next spring on their trip to the San Luis Valley and then farther north. It's all connected.

It is snowing here today. We got several inches last night--maybe as much as 4 or 5 inches. This is a holiday in New Mexico. Believe me, everything shuts down when there is snow in the air--except WalMart of course. Not even a bomb could shut them down. As I have not yet nailed down a job, I don't have anywhere I need to be today and am looking forward to a day at the loom. My Rio Grande loom is set up and I'm finishing a panel for a piece called Invitation. Here it is on the loom. As soon as I finish shoveling the snow from my back walk so it doesn't become an ice rink, I'm back to the loom. This is a photo of my dog Cassy under my loom asking to play frisbee, her favorite game, in the freezing cold blowing snow. Dogs just don't care about the weather... though when I took the photo above of her standing in the snow, she soon wanted to go back to her nap on my bed. Maybe the problem is that she has no memory for cold weather. Still, there is nothing better than a furry labrador to keep your toes warm in the winter.