Friday Musing: Living in Pinon Country

It’s the end of a very short and busy week which brings us – ta-da! – to the Friday ‘tooni post. I woke up to snow yesterday morning, and the Sandias (which I can see as I type this) were solid white. Reminded me of why I love living in Pinon Country. A quote from the book by the same name gives you an idea of why so many people come and stay – or in my case, come home. (A vista such as the one above is only about 20 minutes driving time for my urban home.)
Something will stick to even the swiftest, the sleepiest, the most indifferent. Gossamers of images will cling to eyelids and eyelashes. Gossamers of thought will cling to the fringes of the mind, from the ever-shifting mirage of color and form on the long straight black roads. And so in Arizona and New Mexico the bureaus in charge of tourists bear a complex but engrossing task. What people go away thinking is more important than what their eyes remember.
And what the eyes remember can be pretty spectacular.
Have a great weekend, with or without vista-gazing! Me? I think I may take the Sandia tram and enjoy some scenery. (Link takes you to that scenery.)
(Above is detail from the painting Los Alamos Country by Wilson Hurley, which you can see at the National Cowboy Hall of Fame.)
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