Field notes: Catching up

Came across so much good stuff lately, including:

Flower photo from my sister, Hope Harper, in Helena, Montana. (I mean to ask: chocolate flower, golden aster, golden eye?) (And I hate to tell my New Mexico brethren, but that’s the irrigation ditch running behind her house).
The several things in The New Yorker explaining Trump and populism.
The spaghetti carbonara I made for brunch on Sunday, even though I slept through most of the afternoon.
The three Season 4 episodes of Longmire I have watched so far, although the New Mexico scenery is so vivid it drives me a little nuts when they refer to Wyoming. The dialogue writing is exceptional and the performances of the subordinate characters — Vic, Ferg, Nighthorse, Ruby, Barlow and Barnes — are at least equaling Walt.
Discovering, thanks to @jfleck on Twitter, this new “non-profit news” site from southwestern Colorado: http://sjindependent.org/
The Thomas Friedman column “Walls, Borders, a Dome and Refugees” in the New York Times.
Any of Maureen Dowd’s columns on Donald J. Trump.
The New York Times coverage of Syrian refugees.
This Georgia O’Keeffe quote I came across on the blog RaShOmoN: “Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”
Melissa Clark recipes via The New York Times.
The tremendous eyes, deep cognizance and deft writing of T.C. Boyle in the Tortilla Curtain, which I am only now catching up with but seems particularly timely.
I thought this was a good and useful NYT op-ed about cancer. “Was it cancer? Getting the diagnosis.”
I should note that I’ve read a lot of good stuff in The Atlantic lately and have appreciate it’s renewed blogging effort. I sent them money for a subscription.
I also enjoyed reading reports on the Telluride Film Festival and experiences in Buddhism by my friend Larry Calloway on his Crestone, Colorado, website.
I came across one of my favorite pictures of Sara, Cooper’s best friend, here nuzzling another kind of neighbor.
Cooper is fine, too, still living, I hope, the life of Riley and still contemplating, along with me, the meanings of life.
I almost forgot today’s unusual rock or fossil. Don’t know whether it is a mollusk footprint, something chasing its tail in primordial mud or just a particularly neat biosignature, but it stared up at me from the dust this morning. .