Much to my surprise, after Thursday’s trip to Walsenburg the temperature dropped twenty degrees and the rains came, giving us wet woods wherein to walk,

dry ones, too…

and flying Lizards yet again.

Continuing past remains of long-abandoned playground animals

to present-day extrusions of Mike Metz’ maquettes, a different sunset view, an excellent dinner with wide-ranging conversations just down the road

and yet another day on earth, where roams a dog named Hanna in need of a her true home

…perhaps among high mountain gardens with tassels of native corn;

Our campaign of “lost in the woods every day around five p.m.” continues

and home again, or…

…up the creek. or…

…Among the Dudes, or

…Facetiming the grandchild, who, though distant, is grand.

Into Tuesday morning’s woods early to facilitate another run to the ‘bib…

where this time, in addition to assembling two heavy [but not too heavy] sets of shelves for L’s many heavy bronzes, thirty-eight canvases comprising thirty paintings from the seventies are sorted, cataloged and racked…

before returning to the mountains…

thoroughly wiped out.

Only to discover “KGB-Backed Presidential Candidate Publicly Calls for Assassination of Political Rival”…or was that just “Putin’s ‘useful idiot’ urges Second Amendment rights advocates to get out the vote”?… good thing we don’t live in some third world dictatorship where things like THAT are happening.

Well, next trip sixty-six canvases from the eighties to sort through

should be sufficiently distractive.

M