They’re all dead now. Bye-bye, gone. My father, his older brother, and finally his sister Mary, 99 years old. She was fond of saying “after my demise,” so there you go: wait long enough, and everything shows up.
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Windy today, a fine haze from blowing dust, 50 °F
Follow the mountains that-a-way and eventually you’ll come to Denver, I suppose. That’s another reason why living out here is like being on the ocean. With cities so far apart, they feel like islands; a road trip is a voyage. Just look at the way the earth rolls and swells in this shot—not too long [...]
Debris in the Rio Grande shallows at Pilar
This is not a good day. I feel like I just murdered my brother. How? By sending him $100. Just enough to buy a cheap pistol and do himself in, or worse, hurt somebody else. He’s a methamphetamine addict, almost 62 years old. His Social Security payments start in about three months, if he makes [...]
Oh there was a mighty wind. You had to be here, though.
There it comes! I’d say the leading edge of that is roughly 40 miles away. It’s so cool the way you see the weather in New Mexico before it happens. Gives you time to batten down the hatches, call out the National Guard, or write your will. A while ago we drove into town. Saturday [...]
I hope those last few seeds were really good
At least the bird is alive (I rescued it). The human is too, for now. The difference is that aside from the feel-good thrill of rescuing any of God’s creatures who get trapped, I don’t give a shit about the bird. But the other thing will rip my heart out.
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