Friday was made up, firstly, of the usual walks,

studio,

the woods

and the steps, getting our wind back after that 6000′ descent to the sculpture parks

of Nebraska. We have a sculpture park here too, of course,

which though mostly comprised of Flemings

sometimes veers towards Leon’s randomly utilitarian…

Daily we saw evening dogs in low sun

until Tuesday, which was Walsenburg, the dump,

Gardner, the Post Office

and, soon thereafter, visitors.  John*and Roberta up from Albuquerque for Linda’s annual

birthday walk to the Lone Pine, birthday dinner and Thursday up the creek…stories, trying walking abreast on a single track rocky trail with minimal success and then away went they to

Antonito and we went back to walking single file sans talking, much easier albeit poorer

without John’s stories and marvelous pictures from the Lowrider Nats in Albuquerque…

A week that was…

*As a practicing attorney for many years Mr. Boyd is an adept and entertaining raconteur…or perhaps it’s the other way around.