Towhee. Lost gloves. Hillside romance. Titmouse. Good book, (hat tip to a friend). Sunday clouds. Last of the Oct. 26-27 snow. Voting souvenir. More visitors: Titmouse. House finch. Junco. Western bluebird, one of many robins. Click on Nate Silver/FiveThirtyEight for his final Nov. 3 election forecast. What’s cookin’. Also stopping by: Mountain bluebird. Sage thrasher. …
Four views at sunset.
Sunset and Cabezon through wildfire smoke from Arizona, New Mexico and Navajo Nation. Photographed across the Rio Grande from Placitas, June 30, 2020. Had to use my little Canon Powershot SX740 HS. I seldom use anything but my iPhone, except for birds, but the iPhone couldn’t seem to handle all the smoke.
8:07 p.m. May 22, 2020. 8:22 p.m. May 22, 2020.
I knew I was having anxiety problems when dawn reminded me of “The Scream.” Sleep has been a battle lately, more of a jerky series of bad-ending dreams. I know it is mostly the news — Trump and coronavirus — especially too late in the day, but I haven’t been able to shake the worries …
I’m trying to be a good New Mexican during the COVID crisis. I am not hoarding ammo or TP. I do not gather with more than one neighbor and another dog. But I draw the line at long hair. I am afraid to check in with my longtime hair cutter in Bernalillo. She’s shut down …
Seeing the 2019 lunar eclipse with my own eyes really was the best experience — and worth the stiff neck — but here is what I was able to save with my battered Canon Powershot pocket camera and an iPhone. Some confusion (mine) the night before. Moonrise the night of (January 20). The real …
I have been so creeped out by reptilian politicians, red Christmas trees and other stuff that I haven’t been able to write. All this despite deeply encouraging changes in the U.S. House. So, for now, I offer an iPhone picture I called “Where the Jemez meets the Rio Grande.” Shallow politicians are easy targets for …
dream ranch 