…or somethin’.  Anyway spring hung in there for another couple of days

rendering the backyard [and more] more than pleasant…

In lieu of the Miles Davis button we find books to reassert the obvious…and the not so obvious

while, as Our Little Town opts for Band-Aids over Infrastructure,

I make a last run through the hills before the weather turns

To be cntd….

Friday morning

East on [“the”] 80, across the Valley

Sacto causeway

Eagle Lakes

and Reno, for lunch, a set of Pyramid Lake prints to the NMA,

then down Virginia, various stops and

out.

A pause before Gerlach at the “High Road”, a road oft taken but not today.

Gerlach; “shinin’ like a diamond in a tarpit”  [to paraphrase Terry Allen]

and the Smoke Creek, under water, paraphrasing no one.

Monochromatic mornings as

busy creatures mine the dirt and

L. arrives for her last Spring Break and,

at least for now, there’s this…another day between the cracks.

yippee.

M