
…Box.



…Box.






This tiny spider was hanging on in the wind at the area we call “the beach” along the Rio Grande. Other than parts of her web glistening in the sunshine as they were whipped by the wind, the spider didn’t seem to have anything to hold on to.




When Bruce came in this morning he showed me a photo of this spoon and syringe he saw in the alley behind the office. The alley is very busy with pedestrian and vehicular traffic, but when I left this afternoon, the spoon and syringe were still there, unmoved, like a broken cross.

At the Southwest Chocolate & Coffee Fest



Your guess is as good as mine.
