Solstice


Descending chords sounded the death knell of summer. 
The piper calls the chieftains, kings and warriors
from the far fields of wasted war and destruction
to gather together around bright solstice fires 
together with lost forgotten lovers and friends.

So beat your pagan drums to the bright religion
of the earth, of the universe, of all the gods
and goddesses that are our daily companions
while we walk this mortal coil to the new light
we have sought since leaving our mother’s wombs.

Taos Pueblo


These are some images I took at the Taos Pueblo back on October 10th. The Peublo has been consistently occupied for over 1000 years and is still as it was the with dirt floors, without electricity, running water or plumbing. I’m posting the images in black and white as I feel it goes along with the history. It was a beautiful place. I talked with some of the arisans and saw their excellent craftsmanship. Beautiful friendly people. Enjoy.