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 …
Sky and lone piñon, walking home at sunset.
East, 8:16 p.m., May 28. West, 8:18 p.m., May 28.
People I used to work with will get a kick out of this: I dreamed I lost my voice in the newsroom. Mid-sentence. Looking down a row of desks at younger reporters and editors before my retirement, questioning without being asked a crowd-count methodology at a political event. Despite some darting of the eyes, they …
When the days end like this … and the dogs look like this … we start hopin’ for more of this … Notes on photos: Big brown dog with water bottle is Sara, Cowboy’s good friend, owned by neighbors Lori and Mike; sun setting behind Cabezon with plenty of wildfire smoke trapped down low; yours …
Rise and shine. Sore back delayed start, but grateful Cowboy is a herder and not a hunter. ⇓⇓⇓ Christine Baranski dilemma in “The Good Fight” got me thinking about retirement security, but I have no plans to move to south of France anyway. ⇓⇓⇓ Breakfast and lunch: New York hucksters on my plate. ⇓⇓⇓ Latest …
In newspapers and lawyers I trust.
Blue sunset, I called it, August 11. Actually, it’s turquoise. My favorite. I still miss Cooper mucho, but decided to check out a pup at the vet. Brought this guy home from the animal hospital Friday afternoon. He’s still getting used to things at dreamranch. It’s supposed to be foster care, but he’s a hoot. …
Monday, Aug. 8, 2016
dream ranch 