We arrived
Monday, 22 May 2023

I call this the bloom of spring welcome. Or better: the spring bloom of welcome.
Monday, 22 May 2023

I call this the bloom of spring welcome. Or better: the spring bloom of welcome.
Saturday, 20 May 2023

I knew about the old blue Chevy (historic!) in front of us, and I was trying to capture the reflection. I didn’t know about the bike-lane logo until I saw the photo long after we had crossed the Ohio and were driving deep in Indiana.
Friday, 19 May 2023

I’m proud of how this clean-out-the-fridge dinner turned out. Frozen pizza (cheese with arugula from TJs, and some prosciutto), plus veggies instead of salad (onion, garlic, red pepper, and spinach, sautéed together). With a topper of extra parm and snipped fresh basil.
Monday, 15 May 2023

Remembering a gorgeous sunset viewed through the dunes at the Oregon coast well before the current heat wave.
Saturday, 13 May 2023

Once again, my ignorance is revealed as vast. Magnolia grandiflora, and I think this is a specimen, is native to southeastern North America, although perhaps south of this actual location. [Or is it Magnolia virginiana; I get confused.] Still, it’s generally local and native. But perhaps that qualification means that it is an ornamental and non-local. Ah, horticultural fine points.
Friday, 12 May 2023

I especially enjoy evergreens; they are so bold through the winter blahs. I am pleasantly surprised to see the berries this early in the season. Or maybe I’m just ignorant of the pacing of the juniper growth patterns.
Sunday, 7 May 2023

I was reading about Chaco Canyon prehistory today and got to thinking: when was it we were there? Turns out: almost exactly a decade ago. Here’s a very large kiva, not sure where.

Pretty sure these are some of the rooms back against the cliff at Chetro Ketl. When were these places in use? About a thousand years ago. And still amazing.
These are scanned slide images (thank you, Guru). A different modern time, too.
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.