"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Sons of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Autumn office with pinon

When the TV's blaring--it always does--and the cats want to climb on you or fight at your feet, and you need to write....
and why are you  stuck inside on a beautiful, brisk fall day anyway? 
Trying to write a monthly column, with tech difficulties to boot, then it's time to get outside, light a fire in the chiminea, smell the pinon smoke, get a cup of coffee, and at least trade the outdoor sounds--barking dogs, some bird song, and very distant traffic--for being cooped up. 
Seeking inspiration and answers for an article, pinon helps to be thinking  of New Mexico. Peace.

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