JESSIE GOT MARRIED
STEVE, MICHELE AND I WENT FOR A 11.5 K WALK IN THE BOSQUE–JUST TO BE SURE I’M READY FOR THE 10 K WALK AT THE DUKE CITY MARATHON.
PATRICIA, LUNA AND I WENT TO THE DOG PARK. WHERE LUNA TURNED DOWN THE PHOTO OP.
From the River to the Mountains
Or Movin’ on Uptown as we say. I’ve written a bit about my new apartment with which I’m quite happy, especially with my very own bamboo tree/bush/plant? right outside a front window. It’s quiet and pleasant and so forth. However—it’s nearer the mountains than the river. I took a first foray into my new environment this morning, a couple of hours of a Bear Canyon/foothills trek. I was happy to be walking outside again but it’s just not the Bosque and that made me sad. No more ducks and geese enlivening my walks. No water in sight. Only scattered little Piñon trees; no bushes, brush, big cottonwoods. Oh sure, the vista is grand, in a brown-gold New Mexico kind of way, and the early morning air and light and sky have inspired a multitude of painters, and it is completely bugfree. In fact I only saw one single living creature, that one big black bug—a roach cousin I think—who’s managed to make the foothills his lonely home.
I’m going back on Thursday morning with my walking buddy Beth and I will learn to love the foothills. However there are some alternatives like driving over to the Bosque—maybe starting at the north end and doing some round trips or the 10-mile walks I must do to prepare for Greenland. If I have ducks and geese around on alternate walk days I’ll be happy, won’t I?
Starting the year in the cold Bosque. 32 chilly degrees.
More. Walking. Autumn.
Last week. Last walk of the summer. Oh sure I know it’s October but this is New Mexico. Fall is slow to arrive.
I stopped posting a daily picture because most of them were. Stupid. But here’s a better view of October. In Albuquerque, the trees don’t go gold all of a sudden, instead the green dulls, a yellowish hue appears, and then one day they all fall down.
Day Sixteen/Photo101: Bosque/Rio Grande
Landscapes. I think of landscapes as being of far mountains or the beach and the ocean from a distance. Mine are a little more intimate.
A Saturday Walk
Another Holiday Diary Entry…still the Peripheral Introvert
Morning post, coffee, a lecture on Frost over. Putting a splash (big splash) of Bailey’s in this morning’s last cup of coffee. I mean it is a holiday, right?
I’ve been doing what I said! Organizing projects which get out of control and multiply in stacks of paper and books on every table so I somewhat obsessively rearrange the stack and feel that work has been done and there you have it in one very long sentence.
Almost backed out of the walk until my California son called assuming it was already a done deal—so I put on my sneakers, took my camera and did a turn down by the ponds and the bike path and the Bosque. Very nice. Thanks Scott.
It’s 5:15pm now and feels like a very useful and pleasant time has been had by all. Especially me. I did organize my travel library AND made it almost through Ginsberg. In fact listened to “Howl” just before I went to the river. I really need to hear the lectures on this one. Of course lines and pieces of it are part of the language of our lives but only in small doses. I’ve never studied it in its entirety. What better time than later this evening.
Back later. Here’s the Bosque Thanksgiving afternoon 2014.