I believe sunsets and dawns are indifferent. But this one was especially pretty. Primary election night, June 6, 2016.
I believe sunsets and dawns are indifferent. But this one was especially pretty. Primary election night, June 6, 2016.
Starting to get the picture.
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.
Head kept getting lost in the clouds.
Western sky from Placitas. No end of wonders.
Reporting on sunset. Our trail tonight. Later, I went to look at his moon but saw it upstaged when the biggest shooting star I’ve ever seen — technically a fireball, I guess — flashed in a short, brilliant arc in the northern sky. I wasn’t fast enough with my pocket camera, so all I can …
Here are the hands on my clock, clouds and light. Here is the sky I photographed last night and the sky I photographed this morning as I rose late from bed, remembering that I had forgotten to move the hands on my watch, reminding myself as I tried to catch wispy clouds, “Spring forward, fall …
Super Monday. Super Tuesday.
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