Monday, July 9, 2018

Along M-204


The cinnamon rolls were gorgeous -- and delicious -- too!

Friday, June 15, 2018

My Favorite Flower -- Whatever's in Bloom

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 2, 2018

June Morning After Rain




At home, my straw bale garden had sprouted overnight a crop I didn't plan.

In town, anemones along the creek made me smile.



Saturday, May 5, 2018

Morning, Daytime, and Night Lights Across the Southwest


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...
looked like coming down to an airfield!












Monday, April 30, 2018

Desert Farewell Gift


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.