Most days …
Most days …
I can’t seem to fix politics, war or a neighbor’s computer problems, let alone get it to rain or snow, so I am easing my frustration with an old photo. Here’s Cowboy 2 greeting a wet day a while back. Only a 15 percent chance today but we remain hopeful.
Excuse me this Easter morning for mixing Vincent van Gogh with the Sermon on the Mount but one thing leads to another. For starters, I got text messages from friends Tom and Tim at 7:30 am. Old guys rise early, I’ve learned, maybe the wise ones and spiritual ones especially. This sent me first for …
Happy holidays ….
It’s time for Sandhill cranes to be flying down the Rio Grande and Izzy seems aware, even if she spotted them inside. Photos by Izzy supervisor Lori and jr. Molly and Cowboy 2 standing by.
Still trying with the iPhone and the best luck I’ve had was when of the busy subjects buzzed my red coffee cup. A larger camera could be in the offing but I think I’ll stick with the red-flowered sage instead of a feeder. The sage blooms often with dishwater dumps in addition to fall rain.
Lightning strike, Cabezon area, 7:23 pm, September 9. Walking rain north of Cabezón, September 9. The Sandias — or Bien Mur or Oku Pin — illuminated by lightning, 10 pm, September 9.
It’s 92 degrees at 7 pm this Saturday night and the no-see-ums swarm me as soon as I get near an Apache Plume, which are everywhere, of course. So, no walk. Heading to the couch to watch the start of the Fastnet race live from the UK on YouTube and talk on cellphones with sister …
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