…mostly the same while on the desert being intensely weird dreams bringing

Spring Forbodings [Spring always brings me Forbodings]

…after all, Alien Creatures abound and one never knows what they’ll want.

Watercolors in the mornings, sagebush transplantings in the afternoons, trailer cleanups…

aerial surveillance; anything.

Wednesday this was all happily disrupted when Dave and Abby came over after lunch in his immaculate Legendary-in-Reno 1998 Dodge, only slightly modified and not shown, for a trip down the Smoke Creek Desert, up Smoke Creek Canyon past Brent’s sheeps

and west into California

where on the South Fork of Rush Creek we found some interesting

architectura povera.

Then a further peek into the Golden State and,

at somewhat greater speed,

back to the ranches

for two more days of more of the same.

The “dailies”…

the  ongoing…

Finnegan, with his wake [actually the wake of an orange other fish, unseen].

Aggie, with her ears.

Gramma Seed, facing east.

Saturday morning, exacerbated by yet another night of Weird Dreams, it was Down the Desert

and over the hill; increasingly flat light,

and increasing traffic [not shown].  SO glad I won’t be making that trip through West Sacramento again for another six months!

So they say.

M