On the third day, it arose, or rather, sputtered. But I will take what I can get. The alternative is scary, like not shaving or buying new clothes because you never go out, or training yourself not to see the cobwebs and the dust gators. (No bunnies here.) When I put away the high-rent gas [...]
Llano Quemado
Rotting vigas serve as wildlike corridors for chipmunks, pack rats, and the mighty puma
Wouldn’t be April without a little mud
As I write, the “corn snow” (graupel) is coming down hard and there are boom-booms. I took this shot about thirty minutes before, again the iPhone 6s+, this time with a filter. The sky is where the action is, almost every day, no matter what the weather. This is one big thing that has me [...]
Another totally acceptable iPhone 6s+ shot. Dang.
“It’s almost May, she wailed, as heavy blobs of snow came plopping down this morning. Fortunately, it’s not so cold at thirty-nine degrees (4°C), so most of that has melted, and if you look closely, there are at least a few apricot blossoms on the half-dead tree on the left. Meanwhile (and after checking to [...]
By late afternoon, it was 45 °F colder than 24 hours before. Soon there were four inches of wet snow bending down the trees. After supper, the lights went out. Juan’s mother was dying in Tucson. It was just another day on the frontier. * * * There was more snow than Juan del Llano [...]
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