I am reminded that blue birds do fly, now and then.
I am reminded that blue birds do fly, now and then.
Sometimes empty is too much. Sometimes clouds are everything. Change is slow. But oh …
I had no business trying to work inside on Saturday night anyway. My desk purposefully faces a blank wall, but the sunsets come through the windows. No, I ain’t complainin’.
I believe sunsets and dawns are indifferent. But this one was especially pretty. Primary election night, June 6, 2016.
I love newspapers and newspaper people. I’m pretty sure there’s no one I would rather work with, and I did so for 40 years. But I try to remember that it was not a sentimental business. “You’re only as good as your last story,” the old saying goes. And last stories often aren’t remembered a …
In Henning Mankell’s novels about Swedish policeman Kurt Wallander, Wallander’s father is a painter who paints the same landscape every day. They think the father is suffering from dementia, but I wonder if there isn’t some clarity there, too. I seem to be stuck on Cabezon myself. Sharing photographs of the trusty old volcanic plug …
Starting to get the picture.
Politics took my words today. If you follow Twitter, you can see that I’m a little bit lathered about that smirking wise guy from New York. All I’ve got left are pocket-cam pictures from the last couple of nights. Shot from the hip, as always, but unlike the New York Times and Bernalillo County …
I forgot about food.
dream ranch 