Sunday, 28 May 2023
I’ve found the apple-blossom display so stunning I have been distracted from finding other beauty. Today, ah, well, the progression of time is obvious. I saw the first petals falling like supple, oversized snowflakes. It’s trite, perhaps, yet an honest summation.
Saturday, 27 May 2023
We took an early evening stroll, and spotted both the East and West Herds. That’s what I’m calling them. White-tailed deer. This is the East Herd, numbering at least eleven. This specimen did a version of King of the Hill, although it may be a Queen or Princess; I do not have gender info. Posing, anyway.
Returning to our property, we found the first blooming lupine of the season—by that I mean with color, as there are buds everywhere. I think the earliest ones last year were in this same spot. Don’t know why…better exposure doesn’t work…perhaps to do with local soil conditions and moisture? Dunno.
Friday, 26 May 2023
I missed the sunset stroll window. Still, I found a gorgeous subsequent-sky. And a hum of mosquitoes. You might think the drone was gnats or some other species, but, nope, skeeters…biters.
So, I kept moving, and headed for the lake, hoping for a bit of anti-flying-insect breeze, and discovered it’s a quiet night so far.
Tomorrow morning, as a result of the quiet, if I am up early, I may see dew cloud amazement in our field.
Sunday, 21 May 2023
Looks like it might be a dead lake, but there’s a fine fishy…in the algae (pronounce fishy and algae to rhyme, plz). S/he’s toward the back, a horizontal grey shape with a dark shadow.
Monday, 15 May 2023
Remembering a gorgeous sunset viewed through the dunes at the Oregon coast well before the current heat wave.
Friday, 5 May 2023
Two years ago we visited Shoshone Falls, on the Snake River, in Idaho. We got within a hundred miles of that spot when we creased Idaho about a month ago. For whatever it’s worth.
Monday, 17 April 2023
Dry-tolerant yucca in Santa Fé.
Moist, juicy fennel in ATL.
Of course, you can also nurture yucca in ATL.
Sunday, 16 April 2023
The approaching sunset offered us an arty entrance into Our Fair City. By the time we reached our neighborhood, the light had dimmed, yet the colors remained—here highlighted by the neon at the Plaza Theatre and the Majestic Diner. Summary: home safely.
Let me add three images from our time in Santa Fé.
I can’t parse the gunshot (or imitation of a gunshot) with the Nativity scene.
Cactus as a protector for leafy greens.
I was entranced by the patterns in the blue on this door.
Saturday, 15 April 2023
Frosted morning.
We drove away from the mountains. We did see a herd of perhaps three dozen pronghorns about a half hour after this stop. This was the only antelope sighting on our eastbound leg.
Busy wind farm.
It’s so windy here in western Oklahoma that the rest stop garbage cans have tie-downs, and it’s that windy today. This is better than in TX, where the “rest stops” had neither garbage cans nor toilets. [Ick warning: they were toxic waste sites that reeked of urine and were festooned with trash that was small enough or heavy enough that it didn’t blow away.]
Thursday, 13 April 2023
Came across this apparently life-sized elk statue posing street-side. I “say” apparently because I’ve never been this close to an elk before. Heavy overcast made for strange lighting.
This lighting, however: fabulous. It lasted not even two minutes….
Dear friends treated us to a tasty dinner, and yummy as it was, the conversation and camaraderie was even better. These ribs were roasted with a red-chili paste just before serving; never had anything quite like this. Show-stopping. The waitron said the recipe is on the restaurant website. I looked; it’s not—their secret…I understand.