In some cultures, the new year begins in the autumn. There is something to be said for that idea. Looking back at posts from Septembers previous, a theme emerges, one…
Scenes from two separate trips (in the same week) to The Wichita Mountains.
Though not yet the equinox, spring is here and winter is a happily faded memory. Some nights are colder than others but rarely now do they drop below the forties…
Related past entry here. Also here, here, here, and here.
Record setting warmth and wind have come to define the climate of this year’s February. Apparently that weather oracle rodent saw the coming of an early spring and here at…
It was colder than calculated and the crosswind cut like hell, but the cold air felt like catching my breath. We’re in a drought again, the air holds it, dry…
But I was watching the cloud line. Not halfway to our destination, two points on the long sweep of cirrus had gone from a pair of near cumulonimbus anvil shape…
Christmas morning was too quiet. The family gathering had been done already in order to accommodate schedules and the family had all left. But more so than that, too much else…
Views from an afternoon hike at Natural Falls State Park last week.
“You’ve never been to Robber’s Cave?” “Not that I remember. I think my grandmother took us once, but I can’t remember.” A body can’t forget Robber’s Cave and I was…
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