Into a New Year with, reassuringly, a “Stable Genius” at the wheel.

On another subject on last year’s last afternoon we climbed the knoll [foreground, below] and

on the first of this one made our annual pilgrimage to the Lo’ Pine while the Weather

continued disconcertingly Dry.

Once upon a time up here at 8000′ it was known to snow in the winter, with plenty more

on the “four-teeners” surrounding us, but no longer.

Before the plains begin burning, which has happened before and may well again,

we returned to town, a trip including but not limited to the Gardner P.O. and a visit to Pueblo’s Vitamin Cottage to find Buffalo Gnat’s* giant dually Dodge strewn crosswise across the

Handicapped Parking, giving “Handicapped Parking” new and expanded meaning.  Between that and a clientele of Doddering Boomers, Old Hippies and ranting bagladies in the bathrooms the Cottage just gets weirder all the time.  We subsequently connected with tacos de camarones

and pork and avocado burritos at Jorge’s before Linda’s Implant and the trip home

wherein the snow yet again didn’t fly, unlike the clobbered frozen East.

Warm, maybe too warm, and though Saturday, seemingly colder than the forty degrees

on the thermometer outside, promised some sort of Weather

it didn’t make good on it.

Studio life continued

as ever,

Etc, and on to the New, happier, Year.

Well a week into it, anyway.


*”Buffalo Gnat”, so indicated by the logos on his dually Dodge’s doors, is a huge habitue of Gardner’s recycling center, dump and Saturday social hub El Depot,  I’ve always been partial to his self-adopted designation’s lyricism, intentional or not.


4 thoughts on “Into a New Year with, reassuringly, a “Stable Genius” at the wheel.

  1. Fred K

    Referring most specifically to the photo after “it didn’t make good on it”, and this may be just my imagination but I am seeing a certain type of cloud which I don’t remember all that much of in the past: very horizontal, very dense and like a wrapped package from the butcher, or a huge cigar. I see them in your photos, I see them on Long Island, and I saw them in Patagonia. A type of cloud I might once have thought of as unusual I am finding ubiquitous now. Is this solely my own perception, thoroughly random and accidental? (And just past the tin wall on the left there is a patch of cloud graffiti in the sky that doesn’t look like contrails.) Maybe I’m just losing it.


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