A Year Ago, TOADay.

Discovered on a hike a year ago, a well-camouflaged baby horned toad. That's my tiny finger beside him.

We All Love Our Mountain

Last night we had a spectacular light show, with rain and hail. This morning, we woke to snow upon the mountains.

I took a stroll outside and picked up torpid grasshoppers for Bushwhack The Flying Squirrel's dining pleasure. She was very pleased with her cold breakfast. Nailah had to be satisfied with the lovely view.

Who can fail to be enchanted by the timeless beauty of the clouds as they caress the mountains?

Perfect Light

The mountain in all her glory, and a slug-cloud photobomb.

Later, we watched the storm come in. Security blankie, optional.

The Road

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Sun and Hackles, Rising

Before the madness that was my Thursday, a peaceful interlude. Enchanted in the cool stillness, I watched the sky cycle from first, faint peach blush,

to clouds aglow, 

to spears of sunlight, piercing blue heavens.

Healing glory of the southwestern sunrise, the calm before the chaos of my day, interviews and fiercely hackled hounds.

Way Back Wednesday - 2011

Two years ago today: sweet summer, The Sisters prominent and lovely.

Sunrise...

... you're doing it right, New Mexico.

Sandia Mountain Sunset

Light and cloud give the mountain a thousand moods, a million expressions. Whether hidden behind a veil of mist, or wantonly naked, drenched in sun, she keeps her pose of dignified grace, each aspect another facet of enchantment.

Her Domain

Wild thing.

Incandescent Morning Sky

Quiet amid the cool, hushed hills, alone on the deck after a sleepless night. A fiery pegasus leaps from incandescent clouds, blazing like my heart, to ignite the morning sky.

Cloudwatching

In the morning clouds are three coyotes; they race, the front one leaps. This wild place, singer of the ever-story. Listen.

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Stormborn Morning

Sunrise, the morning after the storm.

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Stormtouched

Thunder, lightning and a lucky shutter click just at impact.

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