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…
I am constantly amazed how you can find so many perspectives of beauty in a land most passerby dismiss as bland, boring and seemingly empty.
Simply slowing down (pulling off the rat-raced Interstate of Weenie-induced fear, fake national emergencies and loathing) can reap rewards of fauna (from camouflaged GBH to coy koi to M.I.A. bugs, prophetic?) and the ever-changing flora (or absence of) in desert landscapes out there. Your expert use of light from midday flat/harsh to rich shadows of morning/evening to cold, gray lonely overcast produces plenty of visual treats for us; thanks!
Welcome back to the other world where temps will be less harsh, mud more scarce and the fast lanes full of frenzy. Just be careful here, the bugs are much bigger, more invasive and dangerous. It’s sometimes difficult to tell the difference between good ones and bad ones because we’re all the same species.
Don’t know much about fish, but are these the original coi I delivered to you about 20 years ago?
Absolutely…and the last survivors….
Just too many beautiful images to itemize! I did love how the painting was echoed by a later photo.