We were taking in the views Tuesday morning, glad for moisture in the midst of drought. The first bird I saw was a Townsend solitaire perched on a fence post. Cabezon was clear to the west. Maybe unwisely, I decided to check my email. The first message was a little more odd than the regular …
My mornings usually start pretty slow. Things are a little different now that Cowboy is here. I used to think putting on shoes was an easy task. It’s a little more complicated now, even with help. It’s like Heelernado around here sometimes. But eventually we get lined out. Out on the trail, you …
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 …
Batting on a window on the south side of the house is the first thing I hear as Mountain Standard Time light wakes me at 6 a.m. I get up to investigate. It turns out to be an anxious gray flycatcher, trying to get in. I don’t know why. I turn from the flycatcher to the …
Always good to see the sun light the tree after topping the eastern ridge — from the safe quiet of my home. But I am reminded by the news how dangerous every morning is for the folks in law enforcement. Good luck and best wishes to all on this bright Sunday.
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