Sometimes you can see a lot in 15 minutes, turning on a ridge.
Sometimes you can see a lot in 15 minutes, turning on a ridge.
Some days hard to figure.
We were all out this evening, soaking up the last rays. Redondo, too.
Busy morning, quiet evening. Quiet … until after dark, when the coyotes came out. Click here for coyotes (and a few disgruntled dogs and coyote echo on down the creek):
Every now and then, the clouds just seem to start dancin’.
Click on photos for a slideshow. Cold today after Monday’s snow and a bunch of Sandhill cranes apparently decided to make a break for it in their trip down the Rio Grande. Hundreds above Placitas this afternoon, perhaps seeking a thermal for a shot south. Fortunately, neighbor Lori heard them and alerted me — being …
Not sure what this storm was up to this morning but glad it was here. And it’s been good to take in its power and glory, at least from the haven of my warm, dry home, after riding far on the stiff-legged horse that’s the rest of the world, from the disintegration of Peyton Manning …
Evening path. Fruitful piñon. Orphaned oak. November. Paris on my mind. Trying to get my head around war. Democratic debate tonight. I’ll see what Hillary Clinton has to say. Overlooking the gravel mine and car wrecks at dusk. The mine is encroaching on my home and my Honda is suddenly banged up, but tonight I …
Lonely are the nuts, warming in the sun, winter coming soon. What jays don’t peck, the cones let fall. Buried then for food, or maybe another tree, with shelter and snow, growing a little humor where I like to go.
New snow on the mountain top today and sandhill cranes overhead. If you look real hard in the upper left of my iPhone snapshot, you can see a line of them on their way down to Bosque del Apache. Thanks to Lori for the heads up. Maybe, one of these days, I’ll start packing …
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