Patron Saint of Your Kitchen
I spied San Pasquale through a chile shop window in Santa Fe. He smiles from a wooden retablo painted by David Ross. A bon Sante. Ta failte. Bon appetit.
Tread Lightly
I slowed. What could this be? The sign was at the end of a seldom-traveled blacktop…no reason to use caution, out here on the edge of a thick stand of trees that marked the fringe of a mountain forest. Maybe … Read More
Snowed in.
Earthquake? Maybe later. This morning Southern California was snowed in. Mountain passes closed. Snowing in Las Vegas, Phoenix, Scottsdale and Tucson. 40 inches of snow in Flagstaff. bb-sized hail in Temecula (on blanket).
Finding Wild
No car. No motorcycle. Not even a mule. The mountain doesn’t care. The sun fled the scene like a burglar, tossing back its last rays into the dusk. Cold crept into the mountain’s desert cusp even faster than darkness. Safety … Read More
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