Contrails piercing clouds
Could not agree more
When it’s a women’s restroom
Gentlemen stay out
Celina took a photo of the signs on the door of a women’s restroom at a school in northern New Mexico and pinned it on a bulletin board at the office.
A UFO moving through space worms.
Sunsets have had little color, mostly gray, for the past several nights. The clouds over Resa’s tree got a burst of color just before the sun slipped below the horizon last night.
5:30 AM
5:30 AM
More roses today
Far too many, I would say
Hope you like roses
Our tradition holds
Ten years we have carried on
Doctor Huey Tour
Cloud mimics Resa’s Tree
That syncing feeling
Sixes fives twos eights and nines
Devil’s in the mix
Pink peony
Wild white Peony
Concertina wire
Eclectic and electric
Harleys on display
The morning was blue
The irises were blue too
Also the evening
Rainbow made me late
Arching colors graced by dawn
May good things follow
The sky is so unsettled
Contrails cross into a flying X
Wavy clouds make me wonder
What have they been smoking?
Maybe my wrinkled eyes are playing tricks
My camera plays witness for the verdict
The clouds were high in the sky
Booms lowered
Oh! Stopped in my tracks
Orders of red lights flashing
Now the bells are ringing
Did I mention how I sat and waited?
Only fifteen passengers zipped by
Gosh! Those three train cars
Go upwards of 450 passengers, not mph
Like I could almost feel
Every dollar burning in my hand
