Moonrise from Placitas with Cuchilla de San Francisco and haze over Santa Fe, February 4.
Moonrise from Placitas with Cuchilla de San Francisco and haze over Santa Fe, February 4.
Like a star at night, I spend a moment on the first bird I see in the morning. Today it was a robin sitting in dead piñon as the sun came up. Being a sensible 73-year-old, I dismissed the anthropomorphic tendency to think the bird was doing the same thing as I, observing the glory …
First walk and photos with iPhone 14. The usual subjects.
Without radar, mountain reading is a challenging pastime. Here is October 9. But upon inspection of photos, maybe all I’m looking at is continuation of monsoonal flow from the south that first showed up in my neck of the woods on June 17.
I bought a new TV, finally buying one that wasn’t the cheapest of the bunch. I waited until dusk to try it out, holding to a no-TV-before-dark rule that I usually don’t break for anything but the World Series, an occasional NFL playoff, impeachments, insurrections and invasions. I tried out the Olympics and Longmire. The …
dream ranch 