
Sunset



The second evening I’ve seen this female mallard without her male companion.

The wind started blowing as Jake and I came back from our walk. The cotton was streaming from Resa’s tree.


Sunrise






A friend dropped by, and we played guitar for a while. Silver plugged in after my friend left.

Paddleboarders on the Rio Grande

Una señora pato

Blue Grosbeak on blue

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?†
†”Wishing You Were Here” by Pink Floyd.