In the weeds.

I can dream, can’t I?

I made this picture in The Sandias, in New Mexico. In late fall. Look. There are little bits of ice and snow in the picture. It was cold. But, not that cold.

Meanwhile.

In the land of swamps and gators, the temperature is 83, heading to 86 degrees as I write. At 83 degrees we have a “feels like” temperature of 91.  We may have a cooling trend early next week when the high will be around 78 with the low around 59. It didn’t use to be this way this late into October.

Kind of makes you wonder doesn’t it?

You’d think that I would have grown used to this weather after living down here for so long. Nooooo. I really like cooler, drier weather. Yet, we stay. Talk about the definition of insanity.

I’m going to leave most political commentary aside except for this. In New Orleans, 12 years after Hurricane Katrina made landfall, I’d say that we are still recovering. On the surface, it doesn’t look that way. Too be sure, there is plenty of work to be done. Those failing and sometimes burning pump houses are an example of that.

Houston and Florida will take years to recover. I’m sure we’ll be there.

The man in the high tower thinks that it’s time to go in Puerto Rico. After three weeks. Three whole weeks.

I’m just trying to figure out after he cuts taxes for the rich just how he expects to finance recovery in three flooded states and a burnt one. Oh, and overfund the military. And, build the wall that the Mexicans were going to pay for. And, add ten times the nukes to our already too big stockpile.

There’s only one word. The Secretary of State said it. Moron.

Oh. I said I wasn’t going to get political.

I forgot.

The picture. The Stackables app did most of the work in post production. All I did was act somewhat restrained. That’s not always easy for me.