Just beyond the edge of time somewhere in Taos rises the super Moon, blood red, its edges sparked yellow as it comes out of eclipsed shadow, and the wolf, in his cowboy clarinet player disguise cries at the Moon mightily.
Truly an artist portrait of sorts. The adobe lies just off Taos Plaza down the road on Kit Carson Road where the artist lived and painted for a dozen years and was known to occasionally howl at the Moon with his fabulous clarinet that he picked up from a buddy in Taos, the sound reverberating off the nearby hills. And yes, the Moon did rise, blood red, not often in our terms, but often in Celestial terms.
And then there's the yellow truck ...
October 4th, 2015
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