Bird-watching Cloud-watching Cowboy-watching (And L to R, he is watching: Hoka, popsicle, free-roaming horse down in the arroyo). Sunrise-watching Sunset-watching Beans-watching TV-watching Just watching
Bird-watching Cloud-watching Cowboy-watching (And L to R, he is watching: Hoka, popsicle, free-roaming horse down in the arroyo). Sunrise-watching Sunset-watching Beans-watching TV-watching Just watching
My first sighting of cranes this fall — Sandhills, I’m told — flying south over Placitas, Wednesday, Oct. 27, 2021. They were way above me, looking straight up from the backyard at just over 6,000 feet. I think they were climbing in elevation to make it over the Sandias, just over 10,000 feet at the …
But they go by so fast.
June is the cruelest month in New Mexico. It’s supposed to hit 100 degrees today at 6,500 feet in the Sandia foothills. Humidity is soaring at 7 percent. Wildfires are burning in the Gila, the Pecos and father north, near El Rito, obscuring my visions of cool, clear streams running fast in the mountains. Arizona …
The sky was full of mares’ tails A robin showed up first. Then the waxwings came for water. You can see the dash of brilliant yellow at the tip of their tails. I couldn’t catch the deep red at the tip of their wings. More later, maybe. Below you can see that wing-tip red from …
Maybe it’s because sandhill cranes are starting to return north from our Middle Rio Grande Valley that I keep thinking of this Assiniboine story about the creation of seasons. I came across the story in an essay called Long Time Ago by the late James Welch. I liked his line, “It is remarkable how logical …
Just for the heck of it. Cabezon, volcanic plug or head of the slain monster, covered in snow Wednesday, Feb. 17, 2021. The view from dream ranch.
dream ranch 