The world beyond the Interwebs.
Southern highlands sunset phone signal sojourn.
The heifers all line up to use the new phone; are bummed that we still can’t check messages.
Looking North into the ranch.
Smoke on 360 degrees of the horizon.
Moon is back to white, from the blood-orange of a few nights ago.
Up at the high meadows above the hayfield along the Blue Bird trek.
This steep is a snowbank in winter, and stays green even in our Flash Drought year.
Surprise! Karen has jumped up from CA to visit for a few days at the ranch.
One of the highland’s magical spots.
Bluebird overlook from their front porch. Four hatchlings from a week ago are now fledged.
A quiet evening and Karen joins E & I in putting up the new series of Bluebird houses.
E watches a herd of deer watching us.
Setting a whole new leg of Bluebird-House trekking.
The deer are moving out as the sunset begins to move in.
A last group of deer run the to the ridgeline.
A fawn leaps to catch up with her group.
Smoke down from Canada tinges the light.
cool air rushes through the warm grasses and summer lifts from the earth
Setting the last of the new houses.
E can see the wooden bird house the bear opened like a lunchbox way over on the road.
More of a thermos than a lunchbox, E thinks the bear may just ignore the new models.
the stillness of twilight sweeps beyond the mind’s eye
infinite sky over unending undulations of coulees and mountain
The moon is a dusky primrose from on top, but later rises again at the house…
Deep layers of atmospheric smoke tint the moonrise from the yard. Same night, different moon.