Dawn
Dusk
Beehind And Beeyond
Category: Sunset
A Hard Heart
Dawn
A hard heart in sun-baked clay
Low flow with Sandias in the background. The river normally flows at the top of the bank I’m standing on. The bank is about four feet higher than the water right now.
A rare view looking north from the middle of the Rio Grande. The river is low enough that I walked around the corner in the top left of the above photo. Normally, the only way to get this view would be from a floatation device or to swim out to the middle of the river because the water is normally from bank to bank at this point.
Sunset last night.
Spunk Rock!
Stormclouds building up threatening to rain. I hope it’s more than just a threat.
Beauty & Woe
The Rio Grande is running lower and lower every day.
A cloudburst where rain never reaches the ground.
The corn should be tall and full of ears of corn by now. Wagner’s Farm usually has a bustling farm store this time of year. There is no sign of activity, no signs advertising available produce.
Hot As Hell
Hot as hell today
One-seventeen in the sun
Sweated like a pig
Half The Dog He Used To Be
Sunset
He thought he was off to school to be tutored
But off to the vet, he went, to get neutered
Now he’s sad, half the dog he used to be
They put on a cone, adding insult to injury
When Buddy recovers from this trauma
They will fix his third eyelid and end that drama
He will be a new dog, like a new day
Oh Buddy you have come a long way
Morning moons
Surprise! Daddy Owl dropped in for a visit.
Daddy Owl eyeing the hummer perched on the branch below him.
Sunrise, Birds, Contrail, Towers, Sunset
Sunrise
Crazy geese
Contrail
Hummer
Lonely Dove
Blue Boy
Towers
Sunset
Simple
Simple was the dawn
Trail cons clouds, moon wanes, leaf glows
Simple sunset was
Iridescence @ Sunset
One Flew Over The Moon
A Quick Review
I finished Three Years Of her Life by C.E Robinson. Below is a quick review:
When Christine started posting snippets from her book Three Years OF her Life on her blog, Before Sundown, I was intrigued yet apprehensive. The last “slice of life” book I read covered 200 years of family life in over 600 pages. It was long and boring and it just didn’t do it for me. Christine had three years of “her” life in 451 pages. What was I in for? Surprisingly, Christine made three years of Elizabeth becoming a nurse, romancing a doctor (or a doctor romancing her), and pursuing her musical interests while discovering family secrets in the early 1960s into an accessible, easy-to-read, entertaining book.
She offers the reader a fascinating journey that includes the mundane, the most beautiful, and the ugliest aspects of the human condition. Elizabeth is a very smart and attractive young woman. Still, she is plagued by manifold emotions from growing up in a broken home and under the care of her abusive grandmother. No matter how hard she works, or how well she does, there’s always doubt about herself and her success. She’s constantly worried that the men who made their way into her life would leave her. She had good reason to worry; her sample was one hundred percent.
Elizabeth persists, and while romance and her musical interests get a little dicey, it’s the end of the book that really grabbed my attention. The reality of the cold war hit home, and the consequences were grave. By the end of the book, I wanted the story to continue to see what happened with her family life, nursing career, and musical interests. Christine said there is a second underway.
The night sky looking north and south. A half-moon is in the clouds in the southern sky.
The night sky looking east and west.
No Wet Kisses
Orange clouds rolled overhead
Dragging sheets of fickle rain
Never touched the ground
Parched earth’s cracked and broken clay
Yearned to be covered with rain’s wet kisses
Left dried, curled, flayed
Off Center & Not Even 