The rain washed the sky. Time for a walk.
The rain washed the sky. Time for a walk.
The desert olive I watch for the way it catches the eastern light wants to turn yellow for fall but seems to be staying green with drenchings from fast-moving storms. But it’s been warm, too. Cold will likely turn the trick.
Wearing out my iPhone on a 5-minute rain. In truth, the smell was better than the pictures. Don’t need app; just keep on living.
Cabezon from home, Sept. 6, 2015.
I don’t know whether to be more worried about hungry bears or presidential candidates. “In several encounters last week, bears grabbed, tossed or absconded with the bear-proof food canisters, according to rangers at Yosemite National Park. Something like a robber stealing a safe, then taking it home to figure out how to get the goodies,” …
The west thinks it’s putting on a show. But the east isn’t taking it lying down. A night away from full, but trying anyhow. Not to be outdone, the west throws in a little lightning.
You know your day is off to a rough start when the sky looks like the horizon in Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road” and the Twitter dude who calls himself Zozobra announces he has hired you as his press secretary. As I said in earlier responses on Twitter to @Old_Man_Gloom, water man @jfleck and others, the …
Text messages from sister Hope tend to be special, kind of like a Charlie Russell postcard of the digital age. In this case, it’s an iPhone text from the back of Jiggs and I think she was mostly worked up about the smoke from Washington wildfires clearing around her Montana home. Actually, I’m fortunate to …
Were there dogs at dreamranch before Cooper? Yes, there were Sadie and Molly, who were here 23 years ago, when I could count neighbors on one hand and the creeks still ran. They loved the water here — in Orno and Las Huertas creeks — but I’m showing them here in the East Fork of …
After guarding his one-man flock all night, Cooper adjourns to his favorite shady hole in the yard while I prepare breakfast … … which, for Sidekick No. 1, is served in the office … … where a new day of dream ranching hopefully begins.