Seeking Color In The US

Uncle Carl

Maggie OwensComment

Name: Carl (or Uncle Carl, if you’re a Coyne girl)

Hometown: San Juan Pueblo.  Carl is actually Danish, but moved to New Mexico to buy land a raise a family.  His land is a small, community oriented Native American Pueblo in between Santa Fe and Taos, right along the Rio Grand.  Carl is friendly with all of his neighbors, and unfriendly with all two billion mosquitos that live along the river.  

About His Home: He Built it himself. We were fortunate enough to get a chance to stay in the home that he built himself. It's  been featured in several architectural and interior design magazines because it's nothing short of perfect.  It also uses adobe, natural lighting, and solar panels to create an energy efficient dream home.  In recent years he’s added the plumbing, though the outhouse in back is still functional for the adventurous. 

His place is exactly what you would expect from a Nordic hippie.  It’s colorful and beautiful, made with many natural and recycled elements, yet structurally impeccable and precise down to every detail.  If your’e going to build a hippie dream home in rural New Mexico, you have to build it right.  

Most important feature of his home: The enormous dragon spine that provides the structural backbone for the entire house.  Yep, duh, there is literally a giant wooden dragon sculpture running across the ceiling with the majestic head jutting out the door outside.  Before even exchanging hello's and how-are-you's, Carl will make sure you've seen the dragon. He even calls his home "the Dragon House." 

The second most important feature of the house:  Carl’s “Everybody Loves A Dane” coffee mug.  

 And he's a snappy dresser, too? Sorry, ladies, Carl is not single. Back the fuck off. 

And he's a snappy dresser, too? Sorry, ladies, Carl is not single. Back the fuck off. 

Favorite color: Burnt orange.  He pointed to several of his Pendleton blankets as an example (omg we get it, Carl, you’re chic and you live in the Southwest). He also pointed to the mountain range out his window (oh yah, Carl is also slumming it with a super-gorgeous view of the Sangre de Cristo mountains).

He said in the autumn, the sun sets behind the mountains and turns them to a fiery red-orange. That’s even how they got their name (Spanish for Blood of Christ). In fact, the way the sun illuminates mountains leads to a lot of mountain range’s names in this region, including Albuquerque’s Sandias, which means watermelon. 

 Probably thinking about dragons. 

Probably thinking about dragons.