East and west, Tuesday, May 25, around 8 p.m.
I don’t know whether it was the coyote ruckus and Cowboy barking or the smell of rain that got me out of bed at 4:30 in the morning but we were out observing. Not a drop fell here north of the Sandias that I could tell but the smell of rain to the south and …
Rising and setting, December 29-30, from dream ranch.
Four views at sunset.