Ft Stanton Chapel

Established in 1855, Ft Stanton is one of the most intact 19th-century military forts in the American West. It’s located in the outlaw Billy the Kid’s old neck of the woods near Lincoln, New Mexico. Nestled in a national forest, it’s been a base of operations in conflicts with Mescalero Apaches, saw action during the Civil War, as well as the Lincoln County Wars. In 1899 President McKinley repurposed the fort into one of the first federal tuberculosis sanatoriums. Then, during WWII the facilities served as a detention center for German and Japanese Americans.

The Spanish mission-style, Catholic chapel once stood near the post hospital wing before a stone-by-stone relocation to its present area in the 1940s. Throughout the years humble faithful, but also skeptics with spirits worn thin and hearts frayed by life’s tribulations, have found divine solace and a quiet harbor of comfort within the sanctuary's walls.

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Catholic Chapel

Ft Stanton State Historic Site in New Mexico

High Hopes

Field of broom snakeweed sets broad plain aglow,

While weathered yucca spires reminisce

Cherished springtide on said flowered plateau—

High hopes reign far and wide, not hit or miss.

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High Hopes

Yucca skeletons mid broom snakeweed on Llano Estacado prairie east of Clovis NM

Staked Plain Reverie

Two friends and I are on an afternoon ride through waist-high shortgrass prairie of Rockin’ P Ranch open range near Broadview, New Mexico. The gentle, smooth and rhythmic pace of a relaxed flat-footed walk by my stallion named Trouble allows me to drift into reverie about the wonders of vast Llano Estacado grasslands. Afterwards, I wax poetic.

My spirit soars when eye to eye

     With Tasiwóo on Staked Plain;

Where red-tailed hawks rule azure sky

     And spadefoots trumpet summer rain.

Where pronghorn flash rumps on the fly

     And cougars prowl escarpment chain;

Where sandhill cranes lift hearts on high

     And prairie dogs build their domain.

Where milkweed hosts monarch fly-by

     And cholla adds flair to terrain;

Where lark song thrills, moods fortify

     And swallows are life's weathervane. 

Where horned toads squirt blood from their eye

     And stink bugs spray pungent refrain;

Where coon-tail buzz stops heart well-nigh

     And swift fox threads cactus chicane.

Where sunset skies God glorify,

     And monsoon rains can be insane;

Where Blue Northers cause hue and cry

     And lazy Moon croons gentle strain.

Where dry-land crops barely scrape by

     And sand dunes impede life’s fast lane;

Where coyotes play in sage waist-high

     And nature’s marvels give heart free rein.

Where starlit skies draw eyes sky high   

     And soul surrenders, it’s germane;

 Reverence brims storehouse of mind’s eye— 

      Life on the plain is not mundane.     

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Staked Plain Reverie

Self-portrait during cowboy days c. 2012

Echoes Of Drought

Thanks to an entrenched La Niña weather pattern—spawned by cooling of Pacific Ocean waters along the western coast of South America and equator—Eastern New Mexico currently suffers one of the driest springs in 132 years.

Cloud-free skies limit legendary Llano Estacado eventide blazes. But, occasional and thus especially impactful sunsets help ease drought effects on moods of the high plains populace.

Said sporadic nightfall spectacles paint skies over dwindling water holes on the American bison rangelands of the 3,200-acre Ned Houk Park—six miles north of Clovis, New Mexico. This is buffalo country. From dawn till dusk park visitors can enjoy close encounters with a small herd of the iconic beasts—managed by rangers in partnership with the city’s Hillcrest Park Zoo.

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Echoes Of Drought

Buffalo water hole in Ned Houk Park, Clovis NM

Indomitable

Time always takes a toll on hopes and dreams,

Relentless tides of years pound hearts and souls;

Yet, fortune thrives on the edge of extremes,

Where life builds grit and resolve towards goals.

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Pioneer Spirit

Abandoned homestead on "Staked Plain" south of Broadview NM

Poetry Of Light

Nature provides the palette,

Light is the medium,

Hearts are the canvas…

For the poetry of light.

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The physical world brims with colors, textures and endless supplies of subjects for those inclined to capture sublime, timeless fragments of life. Some create photos, others put paint brush to canvas, a handful weave symphonic masterpieces and a few channel said moments into poetry. For most of us who are more casual observers, moments of elation become soul-stirring, singular memories destined for innermost treasure troves that shape our essence.

During the golden hour of a Llano Estacado morning, the quality of light shapes, reveals and brings natural elements to life. It defines our visual experience—how we perceive colors and depth of field, for example. But the interplay of light with the natural world also triggers emotions, It gives rise to feelings and sets moods. The latter influences how we respond to events and interact with people.

The Golden Hour

Llano Estacado east of Clovis NM

Llano Moonrise

A late afternoon sojourn across seas of Llano Estacado grasslands and scattered islands of agriculture circles near Broadview, New Mexico tugs at heartstrings. However, the masterful cultivation of inhospitable high plains tablelands is a double-edged sword. Irrigated crop circles threaten the demise of native grasslands.

Just before sundown the world slips into a palpable silence as the sun takes final bows and settles into the infinity of the western expanse. Lingering light floods the short-grass prairie with amber hues and fond farewell kisses.

Determined to match the drama in western skies, first whispers of night veil the eastern edge of the world and gently buoy dying embers of daylight—a phenomenon known as Rayleigh scattering. A rising Moon, eager for his ordained traverse of a boundless and starlit firmament, melts into said celestial eventide medley. I pause in awesome wonder and drink deeply from the cup of life.

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Llano Moonrise

Tablelands south of Broadview NM

Silence Is Golden

Minds play games with truth

Wisdom thrives in silent vaults

Time lays bare veiled truth

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Blue Secrets

Abandoned garage along US Highway 60-84 near Taiban NM

Muleshoe Sandhills

The Sandhills on the New Mexico-Texas border near Muleshoe formed some 12,000 years ago, when wind-blown river deposits from the Portales Valley to the west formed sand sheets, dunes and rolling hills. Over time grasses, cacti, mesquite, shin-oak and sage stabilized the delicate ecosystem. The rough-hewn land refuses the plow and sand makes irrigation impossible.

But, in its wild state the prairie easily sustains light cattle grazing and echoes with sounds of yesteryear, as family ranchers and cowboys continue to honor historical practices of tending to the land while eking out a livelihood. My days in the saddle during round-ups, chasing steers across ridge lines and through draws, remain a memorable lifetime of adventures packed into ten years.

(Excerpt from my cowboy poetry penned years ago follows)

Rain rarely falls, but wind does blow.

Dust time and again shrouds azure skies.

Cowboys brave harsh wilds of New Mexico,

Where cattle bawl and the Red-tailed Hawk flies.

Blue skies hold sway, but when Blue Northers blow

They unleash raw squalls from angry skies.

Said High Plains drama in New Mexico

Feeds cowboy-life lore and tall tales likewise.

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Sand Dune Lookout

Blue Norther over Sandhills west of Muleshoe TX

Llano Springtide

At 4,500 feet of elevation the arid tablelands of the Llano Estacado Plateau stretch across some 40,000 square miles of Eastern New Mexico and Panhandle of Texas. Large cattle ranches and irrigation agriculture defy the raw climate and thrive.

Long gone are the indigenous Great Plains horse cultures that lived in harmony with the land. But, sprawling stretches of primal prairie survive. After embracing spring rains the Earth once again laughs in countless arrays of flowers—a stunning awakening on the wheel of life.

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Llano Estacado In Bloom

East of Clovis NM

Saddle Days

It’s been eleven years since I stopped chasing endless Llano Estacado horizons and kicking up prairie dust in rollicking range herding adventures. I swapped carefree saddle days and open range for more leisurely meanders and rumination about life in verdant Carolina woodlands.

I hung up my spurs and cowboy lid—a wide-brimmed, Cattleman-creased straw hat—yet, mind’s eye often drifts into nostalgic reverie about the short-grass prairie, shin-oak and sage-covered Sandhills on the eastern reaches of New Mexico’s high plains. A spirited American Paint named Trouble was a favored mount…even in my early “greenhorn” days.

(An excerpt from a poem I penned years ago)

Roll out of bed, stumble, it’s o’dark thirty;

Find gloves, don’t forget hat hung on rack;

Grab spurs, slide into boots worn and dirty;

Make tracks in old pickup, dogs in the back.

Saddle up Trouble at first blush of dawn.

The stallion joins Melon Head a red mule

And two weathered cowpokes ‘bout to have fun

With a wide-eyed greenhorn…flat-out old-school.

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Riding Trouble And Melon Head

Sandhills west of Muleshoe Texas

Vernal Reverie

Spring stirs in Earth realms

Bright hues sow seeds of summer

Renewed joy brims heart

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Springtide Reverie

Mary Holmes Park in Pittsboro NC

Song Sung Blue

Wild Violets in woodlands north of Pittsboro NC

Vernal Gala

Pittsboro Market Gardens

Osprey Eyrie

Usually located near open water and hunting grounds, an eyrie is a majestic stronghold as well as a lofty cradle of intertwined twigs lined with bark, sod and grasses. Osprey tend to return to the same nest year after year. They repair nests as needed, often resulting in massive feet-deep structures. 

Although the sleek raptors seem accustomed to people and recreational activities at Jordan Lake, they are leery of human intrusion. It’s breeding season, a time they are particularly cautious and sensitive to threats near their nests. 

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Osprey Eyrie

Ebebezer Church Point shoreline at Jordan Lake NC

Unchosen Choices

Nature unknots mind filled with confusion,

Her purposeful flourish and verve confirm

Free will is real, yet hints of illusion,

Unchosen choices, both short and long term. 

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Seeking Divine Guidance

Near Osprey Point at Ebenezer Church Shores on Jordan Lake NC

A Springtide Daydream

As bountiful spring blooms, refreshing vernal breezes and dew-kissed mornings yield dominion to unseasonably early summer swelter, body and spirit crave comfort.

Mind’s eye drifts to cool, misty autumn landscapes. In said daydream, every leaf speaks volumes to the heart, wakes memories of flowered hillsides and allows the bright breath of springtide reverie to hearten resilience in sultry climes.

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Springtide Reverie

Seaforth Peninsula promontory on Jordan Lake NC near Cooper's Cove

Spring Shindig

Feast eyes my friends on nature in her prime—

Dressed to the nines, unabashedly arty.

As Mother Nature exhales one more time,

She woos all creation to her party.

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I am en route to a local store…when a symphony of pleasant afternoon spring airs, wispy clouds brushed across azure skies and nearly calm Jordan Lake waters divert attention from well-laid plans to shop for a new pair of shoes. Could my restless mood, easy diversion from life's routines and newfound energy to wander and explore be spring fever?

The shoreline at Cooper’s Cove beckons. After a meandering hike to Osprey Point, I double back to the cove with frequent pauses to take in and reflect on nature’s offerings of physical and spiritual sustenance. My heart, soul and mind soar as my essence reaches out to a solitary raptor and shorebirds on the wing above placid lake waters.

As in years past, last traces of pine pollen still accent beach sands with warm hues; while once again, baby-green foliage highlights the spring renewal along wooded shores—where mere days ago stark tree skeletons whispered of inhospitable winter nights for man and beast.  

Spring Fever

Cooper's Cove on Seaforth Peninsula at Jordan Lake NC

Portal To Osprey Point

View from Seaforth Peninsula promontory

In defiance of severe drought conditions in Central North Carolina, Jordan Lake brims near normal levels thanks to effective water management by the Army Corps of Engineers. Its breeding season for migratory osprey and the lake’s numerous sheltered coves along the convoluted shorelines are aquatic sanctuaries that teem with prey. The raptors have returned, repaired last year’s nest, mated and take routine advantage of the prolific hunting grounds.

Fishing Hole

Osprey hunting grounds on Seaforth Peninsula