A taste of home, a journal of metaphor and muse, flavored with wit and watercolor
"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.
Cabins are in my soul, as I have written many times on this blog, and in the holidays their cozy lure beckons even more. Their security and refuge symbolize what the holidays once were, before the stress and hustle of commercial life blanketed us like heavy snowfall. We need that refuge even more.