Monday, July 9, 2018
Friday, June 15, 2018
|bearded iris from friend Al|
|poppy from friend Barbara|
|Siberian iris, again from Al|
|Squash blossoms are flowers, aren't they?|
|An iris that fell over on a potted rose plant provides a special effect|
|Spiderwort -- or "snotweed," as Charlie called it|
|Blooms in my neglected former garden...|
|...or golden poppies in someone else's garden|
All are my favorites, whenever they open their faces to the sun!
Saturday, June 9, 2018
Saturday, June 2, 2018
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Saturday, May 5, 2018
|Morning from motel room window, Flagstaff, AZ|
|Painted Desert - our second visit|
|Then into the Petrified Forest for our first time.|
|It's like another planet...|
|Still, residents somehow make a living.|
|Holbrook, AZ, world capital of petrified wood!|
|Spectacular scenery continues along expressway...|
|Then we reach a watershed point in the trip...|
|and after a while run out of natural light.|
|Coming into Albuquerque after dark...|
Monday, April 30, 2018
In 2015, on our last night in Dos Cabezas, we went for an evening drive east toward Chiricahua. We had to make our way slowly and carefully down the driveway, because the yard was absolutely full of cows and calves, more than had ever before visited us at once. It was as if the cattle had come to bid us farewell, performing the rite on behalf of the spirits of the ghost town, and we were properly grateful.
This year, on the last morning before our day of departure, I looked down in the wash behind the cabin and saw, finally, a group of mule deer. I've been wanting to see mule deer for a long time, and here they were, practically at our doorstep, grazing on scanty ground vegetation and reaching up for tender new leaves of netleaf hackberry, guarded over by the mountain to our north.
Nothing could have pleased me more than to make the acquaintance at last of these black-tailed wild neighbors with their enormous ears. Once again, the ghost town has come through with a perfect, unexpected moment.