I hope for rain as muddy wisps of another dusty sunset drift over Cabezon’s long-running shrug.
I hope for rain as muddy wisps of another dusty sunset drift over Cabezon’s long-running shrug.
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 day began like this.
Cabezon from home, Sept. 6, 2015.
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