28- Taos Morada, Georgia O’Keefe, Parchemene Belle

Long conversation with Jean-Pierre about the work on our house in Pierrefeu which has finally started. Obviously we cannot do everything at once, so we must decide what to do later. And then, a discussion with Kristof, to hear his opinions and this is an opportunity for us to talk.
After a quick lunch, I print the photo of the strange footprints to show Michael. He has the same interpretation I had: a hare standing on its hind legs admiring the scenery or a little human lost in the cold. In Helen Wurlitzer’s garden I fill a bottle with the delicious spring water from the well.

Clouds in the sky, but the light is promising.
I leave on foot towards the Las Cruces Road where the cemetery is and then decide to continue along Penitentes Road up to a small church la Morada de Nuestra Senora de Guadalupe.





“Moradas are the sacred chapter houses of Los Hermanos Penitentes, a lay Catholic brotherhood that emerged in New Mexico at the end of the Colonial era. The Morada de Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe is the largest and least altered of its kind in the state and is highly significant to our understanding of the Hermandad. Not only was Taos a major stronghold for the brotherhood throughout the tumultuous 19th‐century but it also is one of three likely locations where it originated, the other two being Abiquiú and Santa Cruz de la Cañada (Chavez 1954).

With the sun still hidden, I continue along a path through a sort of open moorland spread out all the way to the mountains.

Several trees, a hill, the sun, everything suddenly becomes splendid, theatrical.


When I return, much later, what is left of the light will be on the church wall. Golden solitude.



Is that black cross the one
Georgia O’Keeffe
painted in 1929 while she was here?




No one around, only smoke in the distance again tonight. And when I pass the houses, there is once more this woody smell I love.

I arrive at Kit Carson Rd just before nightfall.

There is a message from Carolyn asking me if I would like to help her find a fishing rod to use in her play. Ah yes, and she tells me that she has found a guide to take me fly-fishing. Now it’s up to me ! Yes, let’s go go fishing with THE fly.
That one which can catch fish in any river in America, which doesn’t imitate any real insect, an absolute human creation, La Parmachene Belle.
It is also the title of the play about Annie Oakley and Cornelia “Fly Rod” Crosby that Carolyn wrote and will perform on Friday night.

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