look,

as Kirk Robertson said, out the other window;

As for weathering the Imperious Weenie the optimistic hopefulness from anywhere left of the Lunatic Right that the latest abomination will at last spell The End, which it obviously won’t, and hasn’t, is of no consequence.  Anyway, I’m considerably less worried by the Weenie’s antics than I am about the Demise of the Bugs.  I mean, what about the food chain here, people?     Meanwhile another window, another day…

Saturday we gingerly negotiated muddy roads

to visit the car-ral

and the section house at Parker,

then home

to the GBH

as afternoon’s sun finally raised the studio’s internal temperature above freezing.

On the other hand, a barely frozen Sunday morning made for intermittent stickiness

and despite the later overcast confined further explorations [like a visit to the First Thing Built at Wall Spring, above] to the driveway and the cold County Road.

Not so Monday; twenty degrees at eight allowed the ground,

if not the waters,

to remain tractable

though by noon it was back to a monochrome chill with the usual variables

all through the rest of the stay…

Wednesday, last day, saw a “pathetic dusting” overnight,

beautiful but

soon gone

though not forgotten.

as poplars and willows awaited the cold’s end to take advantage of all the recent water

as well as, miraculously enough, the Lunch Pond Koi, appearing thin but intact

as the new year begins for them [all four sighted, separately] and we leave to leave

all the creatures intact.

Down the desert into the Unknowns of

Thursday, 21st February…