The best sentences from my friends on the blogroll for the week of January 31-February 6, 2010.
Before I could go back down to help him cross he’d run the other way across five times as much water, and up the far bank to reach the bridge from the other side. He flew up to us smiling. –Coyote Crossing, Chris Clarke.
Nestled in the foreground is the Rio Grande and in the background are the snow-covered majestic Sandia Mountains. Sandia means watermelon in Spanish. –Evangeline Art Photography.
Musicians, the good ones anyway, understand the rules of music so well that they are able to venture beyond the rules of their form and create something even more true and beautiful and reflective of the true condition of human life. –HappiForever and the Hungry Ghosts.
I love the cemetery in Cimarron, New Mexico, with the hazy purple mountains in the distance. I love the cemetery at Logan for its windmill in the corner and its lack of perpetual care. There are yuccas and cedar trees and a view to the Revelto Creek and the graves of my Aunt Ruby and Uncle T.H. –I Love New Mexico Blog.
The crowd screamed, pushed forward. I knew to lie prostrate on the hot roof. Machine gun fire continued. –The Block, Kittie Howard.
I’ve spent most of my cooking career running small boutique hotels, private homes and luxurious bed and breakfasts. The best part of working small is playing with unexpected treats like gourmet fruit for garnish. Every morning is chance for a new work of art. –New Mexico Photography, Sebastian.
In honesty, my favorite part of living in the land of boats, ships and all is seeing them in stillness. Of this I never tire. Sails folded, long water shadows cast. There is peace in still water and its mirrored reflections. –Sea Mists and Sunsets, Chris Schutz.
There are men in orange suits and neon signs warning, “Stay Away!” or “Keep Out!” all over the place. But still, there is no sound. Just the wind quietly whistling, and that low vibrational drum beat of science. –Stark Raving Zen in the Very Large Array, New Mexico.
I stepped outdoors to take this photo and the instant the air hit my skin, it brought back memories of a nine year old girl growing up in East L.A. and having the special treat of ice skating in the Paramount ice rink. –Taos Sunflower, photo of fog moving up to Arroyo Seco, New Mexico.
I had set up a small piece of the yard, down beneath the far end of the clothesline and there I lived in my head and in my heart for more than one summer. –Teresa Evangeline.
As I sighted through my viewfinder I knew the long hike and difficult climb had been worth it. I’d found a perfect spot to spend a few wonderful hours doing what I love the most. –Jeff Lynch, Texas Photography, upon seeing Gorman Falls near Bend, Texas.
On the edge of the darkened wood, the silence falls through the stilted trees…no whippoorwill remains. –Bonnie Joy Bardos, Bohemian Artist, from blogroll of The 27th Heart.
And, to be in the present eliminates our ongoing thoughts about our tragic, unhappy pasts. –Turquoise Moon, from the blogroll of The 27th Heart.
Outside the week of January 31-February 6, 2010, these are two bloggers that fall under Cordilleran blogging.
Christmas Eve our home is always open to our sons’ friends. They come after Taos Pueblo ceremonies, family dinners, drinks with friends. There’s green chile stew, cornbread, cookies. Sausage Cheese Balls. We have a bonfire outside in the pit and listen to the stories of their still young lives. The moon rises above Pueblo Peak. We relive the past and laugh and tell tales. Toast to their futures. –Coffee On the Mesa.
Often I gazed across to this remote ridge and wished to bridge the stream. –Observations from a Missouri River Bluff.