Sunrise often wakes me, sometimes before Cowboy 2. I semi-lept out of bed with my iPhone to capture this morning’s debut. My gentle pup moved into my still-warm place.
Sunrise often wakes me, sometimes before Cowboy 2. I semi-lept out of bed with my iPhone to capture this morning’s debut. My gentle pup moved into my still-warm place.
I know I’ve really got to work on my flower photos but, you know, when you get happy running across this stuff and there’s an iPhone in your pocket …plus this is what I told my sister in Montana I was doing before I saw the result and I’m just following through. But editorial discretion probably is the better part of iPhone valor …
Lightning strike, Cabezon area, 7:23 pm, September 9.
Walking rain north of Cabezón, September 9.
The Sandias — or Bien Mur or Oku Pin — illuminated by lightning, 10 pm, September 9.
First I just take in the blue, in this case in contrast with the white and green and brown. Then, at least this morning, I think of Maynard Dixon, power poles or no power polls, and thank the pueblos of Santa Ana and San Felipe for preserving the land and view.
My Cowboy 2 after hearing this morning’s coyote kerfuffle with dumb neighborhood dogs. He was quote “living outside” before his rescue by the Best Friends Sanctuary in Utah and then Animal Humane in New Mexico. These days in Placitas, he has no use for thunder, lightning or coyotes. He’s not even too sure about hiking. Been there, done that, he tells me.
Good thing my squirrel-averse buddy was taking a nap in another room …
I can only guess what this guy is planning for lunch. I’m having white bean soup and Maynard Dixon clouds.
My first Zozobra, Sept. 1, 1960.
Truly a monstrous front page, from the first-name reference to the governor to the juxtaposition of the “Natives Massacred” headline on a Congo story over a photo of Santa Fe kid in a Native headdress. In other news that day, my mother got hit in the head with an airborne Coke bottle in front of Zook’s on the Plaza.
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