
Sunny


Distant Drums
Gwendolyn Reflecting

If angels dare tread
Fallen, sent, or otherwise
There’s no going back


Hollyhocks

Lily



This California Root Borer Beetle wanted to hang out in the house with us, but I was afraid we would step on him. He was not happy about me putting him back outside. He said, “But the Angels get to stay!” He had a point.

The Rio Grande is down about four feet, exposing a carved-up beach.

A black and white bovine at sunset.

While I was checking the status of irrigation water under the peach tree, this hummingbird was en garde, buzzing me, hoovering in my face, and perching less than an arm’s length away to keep a close eye on me. I get this strange feeling there might be a nest in the peach tree.