Kinda lonely — wind wearing me down — but always different ways to see. Coop still makes it home. And we’ve got better than cactus for supper.
Kinda lonely — wind wearing me down — but always different ways to see. Coop still makes it home. And we’ve got better than cactus for supper.
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 …
I woke as usual, running through a silent inventory of body and sky. Is it clear as it almost always is? Are the limbs still working ? Am I ready for this day? The sky seemed gray too late in the morning, after pink should have become blue. I squinted harder, seeing snow. It’s been …
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 …
This morning’s visitors included these guys, and it was especially good to see the larger of the two — the Northern Flicker — in a circumstance other than a startling nighttime encounter on the front porch. The smaller Downy (I think) Woodpecker usually keeps his distance and even seems to prefer bugs on trees to …
Cooper and I are glad to observe slowness of another kind on the eve of a legislative session in Santa Fe. We could see weird clouds forming to the north.
The day began like this.
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