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Seriously Spring. Even though in Minnesota it might still be snowing. It doesn’t feel right in New Mexico because there are no spring smells—too dry for the damp earth richness of black fertile Minnesota spring mud—what a great perfume that is. One to which even I am not allergic. Oh well, I’ll go outside and take a picture of a leaf or something so I can make an official April post.

All I could find was dry earth and green that looked like it was already getting tired.

It is very hard to try to take an even slightly interesting photo everyday. Maybe I should give that up! But then I forget to take them at all and how will I ever become a great photographer that way? Such dilemmas.

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DAY THREE/PHOTO101: Water Water Everywhere and … well, not really!

 

GOLDEN LIGHT FROM FLASH...OKAY!

GOLDEN LIGHT FROM FLASH…OKAY!

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.

COULD HAVE TAKEN A PICTURE OF MY COFFEE BUT THAT WASN'T PURE ENOUGH FOR THIS "WATER" POST.

COULD HAVE TAKEN A PICTURE OF MY COFFEE BUT THAT WASN’T PURE ENOUGH FOR THIS “WATER” POST.

LET A ROAST FINISH ITS BAKING ON THIS POOR DECREPIT PAN. NOW HAS TO SOAK FOR AWHILE. YES, THAT'S WATER.

LET A ROAST FINISH ITS BAKING ON THIS POOR DECREPIT PAN. NOW HAS TO SOAK FOR AWHILE. YES, THAT’S WATER.

Back at the Beach

The great great grandchildren of 2012's duck (not geese right?) photos.

The great great grandchildren of 2012’s duck (not geese right?) photos.

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.

Friends are good.

Friends are good.

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