"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
We often speak of "The Ranch"-- Lee Henderson's acreage of miles of high desert grassland, canyon, and foothill, located on La Jencia Plain under the Magdalenas and not touching pavement on any side. It is an idael place to run dogs and fly falcons. I thought you might like to see a few pix.
Here is his house.
Me, walking with the pack.
Larissa, the brat:
And Lee himself, showing a print Vadim Gorbatov signed to him, of quail through the windshield of our car, on the ranch.