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ORALE SANTA FE: When I was just a tyke in elementary school, I remember the first time my mom told me about being able to see the horse's head going up the mountain.

"Oh, yeah," I thought to myself every time the subject came up, either with her or somebody else, "the horse's head going up the mountain."

Of course, she was referring to the rough outline of aspen trees and mountain contours that formed the general figure of a rounded horse's head below the Ski Santa Fe basin pointing up toward the open-faced Big Tesuque. But, honestly, at the time, I never really could see the horse when I...

Monday, March 31, 2008
by Arnold Vigil • Journal Santa Fe

ORALE SANTA FE: The other day while I was wearing down the batteries on the remote control, I came across a series of television programs on public television that featured some aging rock stars performing live before an equally aging but highly adoring audience.

I couldn't help but notice that some of the apparent baby boomers in the crowd were a-rockin' and a-groovin' just as intensely as they undoubtedly did when the graying, balding, paunchy, crackly voiced rockers performed the same songs in their prime decades ago. Right then I realized that we've now officially entered into a new...

Monday, December 10, 2007
by Arnold Vigil • Journal Santa Fe

With all of these near-record icy-cold days and nights we've been experiencing lately, there sure is a lot of talk going around about the weather. It always seems that when it gets too hot we want it to be cooler and when it gets too cool we want it to be warmer.

Then, when it doesn't snow for a while, we want it to snow, and when the fluffy stuff does finally come fluttering down from the heavens, we don't want it to snow any more. The same can be said for sunny days, rainy days and just any slew of days in general. Oh, how we long for fair weather— and even that gets old after awhile.

Sunday, January 21, 2007
by Arnold Vigil • Journal Santa Fe