Politics took my words today. If you follow Twitter, you can see that I’m a little bit lathered about that smirking wise guy from New York. All I’ve got left are pocket-cam pictures from the last couple of nights. Shot from the hip, as always, but unlike the New York Times and Bernalillo County …
I forgot about food.
Old Cabezon suggests a new canvas every night. I wish it also would reveal a plot or two.
Western sky from Placitas. No end of wonders.
Rough day. Soft evening.
Super Monday. Super Tuesday.
For a moment, I wondered if the neighbor’s barn was on fire. Then — though thick-headed with early-season allergies — I realized maybe something can be said for wind-driven dust, at least in the evening, after a couple of belts of Flonase. And, if you don’t believe me about allergies, here’s a pollen-loaded juniper at …
The birds were lying low, so I decided to do a little flying on my own. (See video). This fella is from the night before.
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