It’s 1:23 in the A of M. I’ve worked until just now on a website redesign project for a (really wonderful) enviro group, and in about five hours I’m getting up to go for a hike. But the blog, she is cajoling me. And I miss it. The last couple of
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Rainstorm clearing, evening, just west of … (continues)

Flower buds two or three days from opening, Tucson Mountain … (continues)

This wind is a tide. Plant your footsoles on the earth: the wind will scour the sand out from underneath, send you toppling backward into the holes it digs beneath your heels. It is relentless. It is patient. Sandgrain after wind-driven sandgrain
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