Blue Sky

The doves went to bed early this evening. Around sunset the sand storm winds die down, and the dust in the air from White Sands settles and the world becomes gray. Here the sky is usually intense blue and the bare earth is terracotta rose. When the sky and air and earth look gray we might as well be in Seattle except of course it is powder dry here.
I once saw a movie called Blue Sky in which there was a scene where hard bitten old ranchers with ruined faces said 'Our government would never do anything that would harm us.' That was back in the old nuclear days, but today I saw two men with red, patchy brown and ruined skin. One was wearing Wranglers and a cowboy hat and buying snuff at Walgreens. One was blasting away at a coyote from his pick-up. Today at least they were just getting defoliated without much solar radiation.
Coming back from Juarez we stopped for a photo op where the lovely pink desert sand was blowing in beautiful ribbed designs across the road. I had my K1000 with b&w film, so my pictures wont be as spectacular as my friend's oh well.

I just took another step toward becoming a True U.S.A American. I decided to start writing the word 'grey' as 'gray' because I'm tired of seeing those dang red dots all the time.

Nipped in the Bud

I thought it was spring but it is supposed to be 20F tonight. It was nasty cold today, but it will warm up tomorrow. Sadly some trees had rather over-confidently put forth their lovely blossoms. Oh well. That's life.
I'm beginning to think I may have to take up dumpster diving as a living instead of a hobby. My hard won pension is going into the gas tank not to mention the grocery store. Oh well. That's life.
I did find five almost new tee shirts, long and short sleeved. I was going to launder them and take them to Goodwill, then I decided to keep them. They look quite nice on me, even if they are size men's extra large. The one with the ad for Roswell Space Alien beer isn't quite my style, but that's OK. Maybe I could sell it on eBay. I also found a light-weight aluminum ladder for getting to the upper story of my pop top van. Then there are the pecans. After a dust storm the other day, neglected pecan trees bestowed their bounty everywhere. When I walk the dogs I fill my pockets with valuable protein and remember my deprived childhood when my father would return from his yearly trip to the U.S. with a pecan roll that he had purchased at a Stuckeys. My mother would shave off a slice for each of us on Sunday afternoons, and that pecan texture, taste, aroma and flavor was never more appreciated! Now I kick the precious objects out of my way when my pockets are full, as though they were worthless. Oh well. That's life.