Boots

Colorful leathers in Santa Fe.

When the Big Wave Washes Us Away

It was a windy day, like today. As I sit in my sun room and watch gale force winds sweep dead leaves from the trees, I think back to another wind that took a close friend. The grand roster of … Read More

Services Ahead

Next exit. An oasis to behold after traveling through ice and snow and wind. A forest of gasoline signs offered my car the lure to drink deep from a selection of gas pumps not seen since the ‘60s. But the … Read More

Outhouse Robinson

7th grade art class. My teacher, Bessie Fredericks, asked us to create our own nametags using picture symbols to tell our names. I drew an outhouse (John), a robin (robin) and the sun (son). Bessie was fearsome even when calm. … Read More

Run Aground

Nearing the end of a grueling day at sea, I crawled into a lifeboat to rest, and must’ve lost consciousness, fell asleep near some treacherous shoals. When I awoke, the ocean had flung the boat onto shore. Oh well, they … Read More

Tough Skins

    Mountain men  told wild stories to young Kit Carson along the Rio Grande River, stories Kit repeated around campfires to wide-eyed pilgrims on the Santa Fe Trail. This bronze depiction of mountain men in a buffalo skin canoe … Read More

Red Sky at Night

It was a good omen on the evening before we set sail from the Bermuda Triangle through the Bahamas and across the Gulf Stream.