Saturday trip to the Bosque, part 2

The snow geese, on their way to greener fields, shot against the mountains (a shot that Mr. Experience commented he had done so often he was not excited about any more)

Snow geese going the other way

Another of snow geese, again using the mountains as a rather dramatic backdrop (especially for those of us who grew up at sealevel)

A bald eagle sitting in a bare tree, after seizing, killing and eating one of the snow geese -- how American, n'est-ce pas?

Saturday trip to Bosque, part 1

Reflective

Cranes and mule deer

the long view

snow geese overhead

waiting for to go?

Lamentably unoriginal title, n'est-ce pas?

This was the second thing I saw in the Bosque del Apache Saturday.

More and better to come for those who wait.

Working the diagonal

Because it creates interesting pictures. Behold the pigeons of UNM North Campus.

The red foliage of a pointy-leafed tree that I cannot accurately identify.

A crape myrtle, still clad in green.

And the pendant golden leaves of a cooling cottonwood.

Does that mean that being double-crossed makes for a more interesting life?

Karma

Mama told me today that Daddy wrote me out of his will almost two decades ago, when I refused to let him adopt my daughter.
She seemed to think that I should be ashamed, but I told her I had no reason to be.

Until I die and choose to be buried in Grand Chenier, I will never own a piece of the land where I grew up.

That's that.

Sunday trip to TrC

Here's an interesting cottonwood just by exit 190 to Belen. I always think I'll stop and take a decent picture of it, but I don't know that I have yet. Lots of problems there, not least of which are the cockleburrs in abundance.

Better closer? Hmmm....

oooh, here's me, either submerging or emerging from one of the best soaks I've ever had. The temperature of the water was just right, and I had the big pool at Hay-Yo-Kay to myself.

The Pixie on Broadway is closing. I always liked the sign, so I took the time to catch it, too.

Why the goldfinches fly away

It's little ol' Miss P.

Here's the golden light of dawn, framed by golden cottonwood leaves.