A Derelict Portal

November 13, 2026 Timothy Price14 Comments

Twilight

The Big Dipper

Venus bright through the clouds

Venus

Jaking watching the bank at dawn

The entrance to a derelict portal

Followed a coyote trail
Led us to a derelict portal
Overgrown and littered with downed trees
Unwelcome guest broke limbs, snapped twigs
Crawled under and over felled trees
Conquered the chaos, made it to the river
Was what we saw worth the fight?

The view after we emerged from the derelict portal

Jake was stumped

Jake watching the bank at sunrise

The prickly pear washed away, the tree holding on by a large taproot.

Contrails at sunrise

I got home very late tonight

A ghost in the clouds

Walking In A River Wonderland

November 10, 2026 Timothy Price30 Comments

Orion

The Pleiades

Venus and I believe Spica is below Venus

Twilight

A tangled portal I had to duck through to get to the river south of South Beach

When I got the the river I found a lone duck being carried along by the current

Canadian Geese found a shallow spot

The trail that was is not; now it drops off into the river.

Cranes in the mist

Jemez Mountains

Sunset

Iron Frost

November 9, 2026 Timothy Price17 Comments

Twilight

Iron Frost

A glide by

Cranes on the east bank by what was the South Beach

Similar view of the Rio Grande from the South Beach in July and tonight. Where I was standing in July has been washed away. The south bank has been cut further south by about 20 feet since October 29th, the last time I was down there.

There were trees and about 20 feet of riverbank on the left side of the trail on October 29th. I don’t think the trail will be there tomorrow morning.

Sunrise Fog

November 8, 2026November 8, 2026 Timothy Price27 Comments

Cranes flew under a balloon just before sunrise.

Light fog while the sun was thinking about rising.

Portal to The Beach

Big sun rising behind the fog

We scared a small flock of ducks.

Brad wanted to know where that mud was. Jake has been walking through the mini mud bog every morning all week.

Frost

The sorry, silver-haired Sasquatch, wetback road crew

The sorry, silver-haired Sasquatch, wetback road crew worked on the top part of the road all morning. Being the same as it ever was, folks who live on Cinco Milagros, but have to cross my culvert and drive on 30 feet on my road to get to their houses, don’t stop and thank me for working on the culvert so it doesn’t collapse from the rain. When I wave at them, they don’t wave back; they drive on by in their Mercedes and BMWs, and scowl at me like I’m some aged, hired hand, illegal laborer stinking up the crossing.