Labor Day morning on the Black Rock

as the beat went on with Willey

selling a shitload of fuel both before and after they froze the webcam at 4:30 in the afternoon.

Out here was mostly the usual until

 Just Past Labor Day* I made a quick trip to Walsenburg

where the refrigeration in the Safeway was kaput, the Habib looked fine as did 69

and I was home in time for lunch, a long dinner that night with Michael and Nancy and the next

day a strangely sore midweek creekwalk…moon heading for fullness, creek remaining in

greenness, blues less nuanced in the mornings

and remnants of that dinner with Michael and Nance from a few evenings previous…

All of which preceded a drastic Change of Weather which,

though it didn’t snow,

required a Friday morning fire and stayed chilly and grey all all day…winter, so soon?

Still digesting early summer, bit by bit…

*Being just past Labor Day always reminds me of Kirk Robertson’s work of the same name…and another writer of note, same publisher, different biome is Linda Hussa whose Tokens in an Indian Graveyard is a wonderful introduction to/evocation of the country to the north of his, beautifully rendered.