Iowa City, Iowa

We ate at this Iowa City restaurant two days before this picture was taken.
A natural disaster in slow motion, sand bags piled five feet high under there somewhere.

Irrefutable Proof

In the name of irrefutable proof that summer has arrived:

I mowed the lawn, showered, toweled off, and I am still sweating.

The Niece, Ms Lucy

Iron Pour

Georgia's Taos

Taos: just a few of the hundreds

More Tepid Spring than Hot Spring.



Black Rock + Sunny Day = Warm Butt



La Hacienda es cerrada.



New Mexicans need to be short to fit through their doors.



Adobe!



Yes it moves, a lot.



They really do care in New Mexico.



Work the Bridge!



The Rio Grande is, um, big?

Advisory

It is currently 66 degrees under cloudy skies.
There is a snow and blowing snow advisory for the area starting a midnight Sunday through midnight Monday.

Fun.

quote

“Get a bicycle. You will not regret it if you live.”
- Mark Twain

The Crossing

Yet even so there is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale is the sum of all lesser tales and yet these also are the selfsame tale and contain as well all else within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall. And those seams that are hid from us are of course in the tale itself and the tale has no abode or place of being except in the telling only and there it lives and makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling. Of the telling there is no end.

-Cormac McCarthy

Dr. Jay

Don Pedro says "Dr Jay, YOU are the the man!"

The Bread of my Loins

How I Have Been Spending My Time

The Legend

The legend of Sherpa Ben lives on...

When the snow is up to your chest

When the snow is up to your chest, it makes it hard to walk.

One can only have so much fun...