“Elsewhere the sky is the roof of the world;
but here the earth was the floor of the sky.”
― Willa Cather, Death Comes for the Archbishop
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One and one-half wandering Jews
Free to wander wherever they choose
Are traveling together
In the Sangre de Christo
The Blood of Christ Mountains
Of New Mexico
On the last leg of a journey
They started a long time ago
The arc of a love affair
Rainbows in the high desert air
Mountain passes
Slipping into stone
Hearts and bones
Paul Simon, Hearts and Bones
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M o o r e z a r t 
This painting is one of my favorites. Love the lighting and bridge shadow!
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Thanks Henry!. For nearly 50 years I’ve come and gone and returned again to this part of the world. There is a quality of light here unlike any I’ve ever encountered. A place where time seems irrelevant. That quality is why I always want to return to this place far from the vexatious multitudes doing ‘important things that matter’, thankfully without me. Your recent post by the way is a knockout! Be well. 🙂 Douglas
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Great painting. I had some interesting experiences in my bicycle racing days associated with that bridge.
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Thx Tim, it’s a spectacular bridge! Was this a marathon from ABQ to SF?
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The Tour de Taos.
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Oh wow, that’s like 100 miles! I’m so impressed. I’d be dead at mile 10!
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The last time I road the Tour de Taos was in the 90’s. I finished 7th overall. I forget the time. That same year I finished the Tour de Tucson’s 111 mile race in 4:43; however, that was only good enough for to me finish in the top 20. I was riding domestique for Kent Bostick. He and the other top riders finished 10 to 15 minutes ahead of me.
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Impressive, I hope you have added this to your C V !!!
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Fantastic!
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Thanks Sir Robert
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