They visit every day and I’ve come to think of them as black-leather-jacketed street toughs–sort of birdie bad boys. I know that’s not fair. But they’re bigger than the other birds and when they arrive everybody else disappears.
Working Artist on the High Road to Taos
They visit every day and I’ve come to think of them as black-leather-jacketed street toughs–sort of birdie bad boys. I know that’s not fair. But they’re bigger than the other birds and when they arrive everybody else disappears.