|Well, we all have our lapses in concentration|
Here's a moonrise, from earlier this month:
|Moonrise the following night, from a few miles north of home|
|Another nearby wind-mill the next morning|
|A sword in the canyon|
|Trick or Treat?!|
|A resident of the canyon|
|The mouth of the canyon|
|The Organs in disguise|
Our friends north of town live right by the river. Just upriver from their house the salt-cedar form a natural hallway, and the six of us walked up through it to have a look at their fruit trees, then walked back down-river in the near-empty riverbed, and just before snapping the birds on the wires I shot a few images of the view south toward the Organ Mountains.
Thanksgiving, after dining with friends, we walked in the riverbed againm near Mesilla.
Later I thought about how many years each of us had been standing by this river, staring up at the Organs thinking about whatever we were thinking about. Forty years ago I walked two dogs here every morning!
|Clouds cloaked the Organs again.|
Well, and here's how it looks outside right now.