Cranes flew under a balloon just before sunrise.
Light fog while the sun was thinking about rising.
Portal to The Beach
Big sun rising behind the fog
We scared a small flock of ducks.
Brad wanted to know where that mud was. Jake has been walking through the mini mud bog every morning all week.
Frost
The sorry, silver-haired Sasquatch, wetback road crew
The sorry, silver-haired Sasquatch, wetback road crew worked on the top part of the road all morning. Being the same as it ever was, folks who live on Cinco Milagros, but have to cross my culvert and drive on 30 feet on my road to get to their houses, don’t stop and thank me for working on the culvert so it doesn’t collapse from the rain. When I wave at them, they don’t wave back; they drive on by in their Mercedes and BMWs, and scowl at me like I’m some aged, hired hand, illegal laborer stinking up the crossing.
Glenda: “I appreciate you working on the culvert, because I know if it collapsed, you wouldn’t be able to go out and get me food!”
Laure got this pic of Silver curled up in the cushions on the deck.
Sacked out, Sliver. He wore himself out being curled up in the cushions.
Not a cloud in the sky tonight.
