11- Dinner with Residents, Slideshow, Full Moon

Short walk and a few e-mails. Above all, preparing a slideshow of the first ten days in Taos. As I am doing it with the window in front of me, I can see the sunlight flickering off and on, dark and sparkling on the trees and suddeny I have an urge to go and see what is at the end of the road where one turns east instead of turning left to go into the town. I had already explored a bit, but not very far, that day when the ice made everything slippery. And I had liked the beginning. The town was disappearing into spread out houses. More and more used cars, old junk strewn around the yards, flowing onto the sidewalks, slowly becoming country and then forest. Then it rises up, the forest becomes dense with somber fir trees. On the map a winding stream with little bridges and snowy banks, I assume. Back to work.

Of course, it begins with the eternal desire for perfection: manually choosing the transitions and the timing for each slide. Here I am in iphoto, everyone knows how to use it, it must not be very complicated. After a short time, I see that at this rate nothing will get done. I resign myself to doing it automatically, not so bad anyway.

Race to the supermarket to buy something to make a salad with.

Here we are in the house of Helene Wurlitzer. We eat happily.

Then Liz tells the others that I have prepared something. It turns out at my great surprise that nobody else has brought any of their own work. Who are these Americans, who I believed that one could absolutely count on. How is it possible? I am the only one to get her feet wet, the brave representative of old Europe. This Europe which is judged in the accounts of their visits to be very pleasant, very pretty, but not very efficient. Ah, our road signs!

So, I open my little laptop and my microscopic speaker (6 by 2 cm) a little weak considering this large room, but since the screen needs to be seen straight on and from not too far away, it will be all right. And they liked it a lot, they tell me!

Return by flashlight across a snowy field. Liz and I walk cautiously in George’s footsteps, the pioneer, yes, he has the stride of a new world adventurer. Rather funny to see the two women lengthening their stride behind the tall silhouette. The clouds moving across the sky reveal the full moon. My neighbors get home. I stay out enjoying the milky light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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