falling into a blue hole

I'm not bored with this sock anymore -- nor with the incredible cloud work in our skies these days.

We have had some rain and the fields are turning green. So much beautiful green. The color of creativity, the color of life. It always amazes me the way nature operates in a sub-alpine desert area  -- the way plants and seeds disappear until moisture hits them and they sprout overnight. I sometimes think that if the climate around here changed to moist, we'd quickly be living in a jungle -- all those seeds growing in time-lapse photography style, into gigantic trees and bushes.

three tall women
Last night I attended a staged reading of Edward Albee's two-act play, Three Tall Women. It was presented as part of the SOMOS Summer Writers Series at the Harwood Museum. The three performers were Judith Kendall, Heather Antoniesson, Judith Rane, otherwise known as A, B, and C. Three ages, three women. Directed by Steve Parks. All four are actors have performed numerous times in venues in and out of Taos.  It was the first time that SOMOS deviated from authors' reading their poetry and prose, occasionally with music, and was quite successful. The play itself, of course, is somewhat dark. There are humorous moments and the compelling subject of the life and times of a 90 year old women. There's something about that compressing of a lifetime that leaves a big existential hole. So I'm in recovery today. And if I can just finish up my editing commitment...and not fall into a hole...