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.
Author: Ed Lehner
— Read on elehner.com/2022/12/11/2661/
The Weminuche Wilderness mountains from 11,000 ft. Molas Pass.
A Rainy Sunday
we did a rainy day hike up to the Escalante Ruins followed by a stop at Four Corners greenhouse to look at the poinsettias.
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.