
Give Me Coffee or Give You Death



A sock turned up down and out in an alley in Downtown Albuquerque. Its mate was missing. Socks generally mate for life, but as everyone knows, socks can go missing, and you end up with single socks that are not much good without their other halves. Missing socks have become a serious enough matter…


Cranes’ Law: Cranes will double in number every few minutes from 2 to 4 to 8 and then there will be a crowd of cranes in the shallows.

If you take a left past Holly’s Tangle-Heart Tree, followed by a few hops, a dozen skips and a great big jump, you will be on the west bank of Rio Grande where, especially at sunset, you will see a magical view of the Sandias with the river flowing by in the foreground. In the shallows of the river, this time of year, you will see Sandhill Cranes. There were two cranes in the shallows when made the final jump as the sun slipped behind the horizon. I photographed cranes circling and landing south of me, and the last of the red blaze on the Sandias. I turned to look at what the two carnes were doing and there were four cranes. A few minutes later more cranes flew in, then more flew in until there was a crowd of cranes in standing in front of me in the shallows of the river.





Six, Seven
Twelve





As many as 28.
Sparing match.














