I am posting this 50-year-old photo because it reminds of the days when my lungs and knees worked like rubber, all elastic and no pain. I was no John Muir but I’m trying to remember if I had to stop for a breather going up Kearsarge Pass in the Sierra Nevada in the early 1970s. …
For the birds: johnrobertson@jrobertsonNM·45m There are scrub jays and titmouses, (Yes, pundits say that’s the plural), and I usually root for the titmouse. johnrobertson@jrobertsonNM·12m Still reeling from @nytfood‘s latest Brussels sprout recipe, I am going for a walk. johnrobertson@jrobertsonNM·3m And, yes, I read the @newrepublic piece on the Supreme Court and standing before leaving. (All …
For briefly escaping worries about pandemic, politics, water and wildfire, I am thankful for: Patrick O’Brian by day and Longmire by night … … birdwatching and walks in between … … the view west when the smoke has cleared … … fall colors … … company at hand … … and thanks to a delivery …
Blue sky in the morning Wednesday and for my evening walk, wildfire smoke gray gone in three directions at least for a day. Camera exaggerating in 6:30 p.m. light but still picking up smoke to the west.
