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.
I couldn’t take Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton beating up on each other in Brooklyn, and I’ll have to wait for Mike Coleman’s story on Gov. Susana Martinez speaking at the GOP gala in Manhattan, so I went outside this evening to take a look around.
Winter colors, Dec. 16, 2015. New snow, evening light, top of Del Agua Canyon.
I had just vowed to lay off the sunset photos for a while. Then, tonight …
Might as well not wear socks.
dream ranch 