Saturday, February 28, 2015

in the kitchen with pinto, or winter comes to the desert










 


Winter storm warning in New Mexico! Yes! And with that news, Pinto and I headed into the kitchen while Durango watched the snow fall.
While a huge batch of chicken stock simmered on the stove, we made chicken with brown rice and veggies for dinner.

Chicken with brown rice and veggies:
One cup uncooked brown rice
One cup water
One can cream of chicken soup
Four skinless chicken breasts, cut in large pieces
Four celery stalks, cut in large pieces
Four carrots, cut in large pieces
Mix it all together, sprinkle with paprika, and bake about an hour to an hour and fifteen minutes at 375 degrees.

Meanwhile, the snow fell. The winter storm warning was extended. While it's been the biggest single snowfall in eight years, rain and 60 degree temperatures are predicted for the coming week. But for a little while, it felt like winter.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

reconnect with nature






....with a day on the mountain--the same mountain seen in so many of my posts. It's always good to head up to the mountain and witness the seasons there as opposed to the weather in the high desert. A complete contrast to the 60 degree temperatures we have on the mesa, but the wild turkeys were out in force and they seem to enjoy the snow and the cold!

Linking up with Chrisy at living a good north coast life and reconnecting with nature, one four photographs at a time.

Friday, February 20, 2015

the next mesa














Closer to the mountain. Higher in elevation that my mesa. The next mesa is covered with winding dirt roads, pinon forests, a little snow in the darkest shadows, and best of all, old homesteads.
My favorite homestead was built on the edge of the mesa at the Y in the road. One road leads to the high desert bean fields, the other to the wild rim that overlooks a deep canyon.

But the homestead itself is a gentle place, with small reminders of its past. There's an old apple orchard behind the house and I was witness to a fox in the orchard on that late afternoon.
Pieces of colored glass, old china, and potshards lay in the dirt, undisturbed for years.
This old place has a calming effect, almost  reflective. I stop and wonder, why did the owners leave?
I would have stayed right there forever, friends with the fox, the wild mesa, and the remnants of the curtain in the window of the front door.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

reconnect with nature

....until your bones and your breath and your very being become one with the stone and the sky and the whole experience brings you to the realization that you are right where you are meant to be.

Linking up with Chrisy at living a good north coast life and reconnecting with Nature, one photograph at a time.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

wander










An unseasonably warm February convinced me to head north early this year. Mornings greeted me with bright, blue skies. The days were filled with long, meandering walks on the mesa.
My heart was filled with joy. The mesa rewarded me with treasures to hold in my hand.

The late afternoons were quietly golden. Light surrounded me, became my best friend. The days melted together into a stream of here and now, light and dark, skybones and sun.

This is life.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

wild horses






I've heard stories of the wild horses in the backcountry on the New Mexico/Colorado border. 
Today, for the first time, I saw them. 

There they were, on the horizon. A small band of the wild horses I've heard so much about.
We drove cautiously across the desert, watching the horses, gauging their reaction to the truck. When the horses stopped to watch, I got out and walked as close as I could. They wanted none of that and moved away from me. 
Horses and woman stood, watched, and waited. Eventually I walked back to the truck and we drove off, only to find another small herd a little later. These horses didn't mind that I walked right up to them. They stopped, mildly curious, and then continued on across the desert.

As I turned away, I silently thanked the horses for allowing me to witness a moment in their lives.