A water theme for today. Not easy in New Mexico. I thought about driving down to the Rio Grande before work for an early morning photo op but I probably have a thousand shots of my poky brown river already. Water? It would be a rare day to see any sign of water on my way to work so won’t rely on that approach…not this bright sunny morning. Each day must be a new photo; I think that’s a rule, or at least it’s my rule. Can’t go back in the files to the Mississippi or Niger or creek up home. That was all then, this is right NOW.
The morning’s weather email says ZERO chance of moisture for next seven days. No waiting until later in the week for this photo.
Here goes then—6AM to Noon for water—waiting for water. It’s 10:02am. No new ideas.
CONTINUING WITH THE ONLY WATER I HAVE SEEN TODAY…Except brushing my teeth and in the shower…and it is way way past a time in my life when a selfie in the shower would have been interesting.
Tingley is just the kind of beach you want when you’re over a certain age, whatever age that is for each of us. No swimming, sunbathing, beer drinking, beach volleyball or making out allowed. Just walkers and cyclists and ducks and me.
Late May and the daytime temperature already in the upper 80s but at 6am one can believe that life is fresh and green…somewhere to the east perhaps. It was a little chilly this morning but the drought is so extreme that even at dawn there is not the slightest hint of damp in the air. I don’t ever remember dew in this part of the world, but sometimes, very early in the day the memory of moisture might tantalize. Not anymore.
Never mind. It was beautiful in its own New Mexico way.