Rough day. Soft evening.
Rough day. Soft evening.
Gentle sunset out Cabezon way after day of rain, softness of colors belying inexplicable disregard for life in the city to the south: Albuquerque. Lilly Garcia, Officer Daniel Webster, RIP. God, what a dumb town. Gritty ain’t the word for it.
Sometimes rain actually sharpens the mesa view.
The desert olive I watch for the way it catches the eastern light wants to turn yellow for fall but seems to be staying green with drenchings from fast-moving storms. But it’s been warm, too. Cold will likely turn the trick.
WEATHER: Finally, real rain. Not virga, not barreling through like a train with another destination. It’s drumming on my flat roof at 6:30 this morning, pouring from the canales, wakening white blossoms on the Apache Plume, reddening the flagstone outside my bedroom window. It’s too good to sleep through, even early on a Sunday. I …
Raced home from work to greet these rumbling cells, barreling in from the west. Windows open now, up in the hills, to the smell of rain. Quiet but for thunder rolling north. For the moment, whatever else happened today doesn’t matter. Precursor to the monsoons, maybe. Seems like those come from the southeast. Cooper not …
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