Tied to the Post
Walmart and Native American art
As one might easily guess, there are no theaters in this town of approximately 265 people. Consequently, when Jana and I want to see a movie we get into the car and steer towards Cortez or Durango,...
I had a disturbing and thought-provoking encounter last week, and it has been on my mind ever since.
Try if you might
Who knew that a massive accumulation of tiny, delicate snowflakes could bring down a barbed wire fence? Most farmers and ranchers, I suspect.
A strong, steady patriarch moves on
Papa Duke passed on Sunday. Our strong and steady patriarch has slipped away. Dad grew up fast and hard, which taught him how to survive and gifted him with a desire and determination to improve hi...
My life as a leaf
A while ago, I was thumbing through an old issue of Southwestern Art magazine when I noticed an advertisement for a bronze sculpture. The sculpture looked interesting, so I paused for a closer look.
Thunderbolts and lightning
White hot bolts of lightning bee-bopped across the darkened horizon, as we topped out on the south side of Devil’s Canyon.
Jul 31, 2018
Of outlaws and outhouses
Once she hitched her wagon to Duke, Momma Rose kept ‘em coming fast and furiously. It was the middle 1950s, and Duke and Rose were newly wed. You know the routine, “First comes love, then comes mar...
Mar 13, 2018
Most Sunday mornings, I am the designated manager at Twin Rocks Café. That is my reward for not attending church.
Nov 14, 2017