I was down in the dumps for a while but then realized I was reading only about Trump, Custer and the newspaper business. My spirits are lifting now. I know there is no saving of the newspaper business as I knew it, but I remain hopeful about journalism and journalists. I foresee Trump following in …
Head kept getting lost in the clouds.
Today: First rain since a trace on Feb. 23. And here is a cautionary post from @jfleck on Twitter.
I hope for rain as muddy wisps of another dusty sunset drift over Cabezon’s long-running shrug.
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 …
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