
Cracked dawn starts new day
Dragon burns the evening sky
Charred clouds bleed at dusk



Spunk lying in the summer heat thinking about the Lovin’ Spoonful’s song Summer In The City.

Resa’s Tree making a summertime fashion statement with a three-cornered cloud hat. We started discussing three-cornered hats and Manuel de Falla’s opera El sombrero de tres picos. I told Resa’s tree that she might have been a tiny twig when Falla wrote El sombrero de tres picos in 1916-17.
If you have 40 minutes, the above video is a fun performance of El sombrero de tres picos.

The sun making another scene before going to bed.

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.