Back by popular demand, here are some recent Cowboy and sky photos for my social media-avoiding friends. I’ve been posting photos of the new heeler puppy Cowboy on Facebook, but I have sisters and friends who won’t go to that spooky space. One sister won’t even go on the Internet. A couple of dogless friends …
Blue sunset, I called it, August 11. Actually, it’s turquoise. My favorite. I still miss Cooper mucho, but decided to check out a pup at the vet. Brought this guy home from the animal hospital Friday afternoon. He’s still getting used to things at dreamranch. It’s supposed to be foster care, but he’s a hoot. …
Monday, Aug. 8, 2016
I had no business trying to work inside on Saturday night anyway. My desk purposefully faces a blank wall, but the sunsets come through the windows. No, I ain’t complainin’.
The weather technicians say it is the start of the monsoon, but I still balk at the New Mexico use of the term. It works when I’m reading Joseph Conrad, but it seems out of place as I gaze at the Pajarito Plateau. Against the grain of my newspaper training, reluctantly using two words instead …
I believe sunsets and dawns are indifferent. But this one was especially pretty. Primary election night, June 6, 2016.
In Henning Mankell’s novels about Swedish policeman Kurt Wallander, Wallander’s father is a painter who paints the same landscape every day. They think the father is suffering from dementia, but I wonder if there isn’t some clarity there, too. I seem to be stuck on Cabezon myself. Sharing photographs of the trusty old volcanic plug …
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.
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