Return to Taos

No big cosmic events in this trip to Taos other than this amazing sky. Now I believe the ribbons of cloud are haze and smoke from a couple of (distant) fires rising in the rapidly warming June morning air. There are a couple of large fires around, one in Durango and another in New Mexico.

It was nice to get away from Monte Vista. I have been in town since the 24th of April and while that’s hardly been a burden, it’s been burdensome because of the home improvement necessities and challenges.

We went to Taos to take down my friend’s large show. She is a fiber artist and does things I never heard of before I moved here and which, honestly, I don’t need to know about at all since fashion and I have no meeting place, but they are interesting. She is a “felter.” My knowledge of felt came from a Christmas skirt my mom made me when I was small and a bit in a humorous, historically accurate and entertaining documentary made by Terry Jones the superlative medievalist and Python. Felt was a critically important part of medieval armor.


My friend’s (Perla Kopeloff) felted garments — shawls, ponchos, vests and scarves — are really beautiful. Her show, though in a fiber shop, was made up of  encaustic collages that hang on walls. They were very interesting and, again, something I would never do but which I like.

So we took down the work, packed it up — I hope well — and went to have lunch, then to check on the other shop that sells her work, and then we visited a gallery where we both got excited about the paintings.

My times in Taos during another legendary moment of my life (first marriage, early 1970s) seem to have been in a very different place. I know there are two factors there; Taos has changed (some) and I have changed (a lot). It seems to me now more like a shopping mall than the small, sleepy, Hispano/Indian town with dusty streets I remember from my twenties. I don’t know if that’s true or not; I don’t know if I’ve conflated it with other towns in the area where I also spent time — Chimayo, Peñasco, Chama. I really don’t know. I’ll have to make a little pilgrimage and find out. I think that would be most beautiful in fall.


Classic Taos Scene


Hazy Afternoon, Summer Green range  (with antelopes, yaks, cattle, horses and deer playing on it)

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    • I put a link to her website on the blog so you can see some of her work if you want to. You’d love it down here. There are people raising exotic wool all over the place. We passed a herd of yaks yesterday. And fiber art festivals are a big part of the late summer/early fall.

  1. It’s finally getting warm enough to be summer and I wish it wouldn’t. I’m not fond of the hot, humid mid-summer of New England. I am definitely big on spring and fall and I love the first snow and the last one. The ones in between, meh.

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