Thursday, June 30, 2011



A deep winter sundog. There actually were two in the sky that -28 F degree morning back in March. We've been told that the dogs only manifest on the coldest of winter days. I will miss the gifts of cold weather - but not overmuch ;)









An autumn dawn on the slough, Stoney Run, outside our back door. As you can see, there is much to love in this small haven in the midst of the immodest magnificence on display in middle America.

Waking to a display of such color reminds one of the variety that nature offers to all willing to open eyes and gaze in rapture.

I sigh as I recall the autumn and winter beauty of the prairie we are about to leave.

The mountains beckon. Vagabonds together, we will head south to the eastern Sierra on 3 July to bask in the fragrance of Ponderosa and Jeffrey Pine forests.