Bought this painting long long time ago while living in Alabama. Paid maybe five bucks. Something ineffable attracted me to it. No idea that one day I’d be living in New Mexico. When the coyote killers came to Las Cruces, I joined the protestors. Then I made this Animoto.
This morning, like most mornings here in Garfield, NM, I hear the coyotes. It’s 4 a.m. and I’m on the porch with a smoke. Their howls remind me of a series of books I would read to my fifth graders, Hank the Cowdog.
Hank was none too bright, but his buddy, Drover, was just plain thick in the head. However, I digress.
Coyotes. Hank. Some damn fine adventures await.
You can read these books to your kids. You can read them for yourself, they’re that good.