And What Part Of The Desert Is This?

Not the Northern Chihuahuan Desert where the majority of my posts come from, that’s for sure. I’m not home, though, and don’t have access to my computer. These shots from a not-so-desert portion of Texas were on my camera from a recent trip to the Houston area and since I haven’t been available to post for a few days and have my iPad with me, I figured “Why not?” That’s a rhetorical question. Don’t feel obligated to tell me why. 😊 I’ll get back to the desert (photographically speaking) and Tumblr in a few days. 🌵


Taking A Short Internet Break

It’s such a busy time right now I’ve got to cut out something from my schedule for the next 4-5 days. I considered letting the husband and kids fend for themselves, but they vetoed the idea so that only left computer time. It will be interesting to see if I go into withdrawal or not. Back sometime around mid-week. Luv you all (especially the 5% of you who occasionally “like” or reblog some of my posts or otherwise communicate with me). : )


I want this on my car bumper

I want this on my car bumper


Payback Time
I was going to visit my parents house to do this until I remembered the obvious: Been there; done that — many times while growing up. So I guess I’ll have to put my evil revenge scheme on hold until my kids have a house of their own (and hope mom doesn’t come over to my house with similar ideas!)

Payback Time

I was going to visit my parents house to do this until I remembered the obvious: Been there; done that — many times while growing up. So I guess I’ll have to put my evil revenge scheme on hold until my kids have a house of their own (and hope mom doesn’t come over to my house with similar ideas!)


Not Sure Where I Was But Know Exactly Where I Wasn’t

On a variation of the Where’s Waldo? theme, Where’s Jennifer? aptly describes my first solo backpack. I was a novice and planned to be with an experienced backpacker but she had to cancel. I decided I didn’t need her and informing my husband of this would be information overload for him. Also I knew he wouldn’t let me go. I thought I was in Fresno Creek (hint: I wasn’t). I spent an extra day in the wilderness because I had to find a way around so many obstacles like these pour-offs. I may have also been semi-lost. Was my husband mad? Don’t ask.


Should I Cross Over On That Downed Tree Or Not?

The correct answer was “not” but I couldn’t resist. The log wasn’t as sturdy as it looked, twisting from side to side and almost dumping me into the creek. I scratched my leg on my way to the far bank and once there my only option was to turn around since it was too brushy to continue. With such bad decisions in a urban area, no wonder my husband will no longer allow me to solo backpack.


So There’s Sports Outside The State? Interesting!

I wouldn’t go so far as to say I know zero about sports beyond the Texas Longhorns. OK, maybe I would, but I learned something last night. When I sat down to watch the last part of the basketball championship game, I asked my husband why they called the University of Connecticut “Yukon.”

"Connecticut is not that far north," I told him.

Then he spelled out UConn.

So now I know. For now.


Finally The Real Unbiased Truth About Climate Change
I’m so confused. Should I believe the overwhelming majority of scientists who rely on dry and boring facts and statistics for their conclusions or to self-serving right wingers who twist the facts for their own twisted agenda? What a dumb question. The right wingers, of course. As the print documentary above proves beyond a doubt, they always look out for people like me. Don’t they?
Source: The Daily Kos

Finally The Real Unbiased Truth About Climate Change

I’m so confused. Should I believe the overwhelming majority of scientists who rely on dry and boring facts and statistics for their conclusions or to self-serving right wingers who twist the facts for their own twisted agenda? What a dumb question. The right wingers, of course. As the print documentary above proves beyond a doubt, they always look out for people like me. Don’t they?

Source: The Daily Kos


I’m not a poet as you’ll discover soon enough if you continue reading. I wrote this — my first and definitely last — attempt at poetry during my cancer treatment when I was deeply depressed. I thought of the nagging feeling I’d always had that something elusive was just beyond my grasp if I could only find it. I wondered if I lived to be an old woman if I’d still be searching for that phantom deficiency in my life. Or if I myself might be that deficiency.

Melodies As Yet Unheard

Before taking her first faltering steps
She paused to listen
Or at least it seemed that way later
Looking back and trying to reconstruct
What it must have been like
In that early version of her existence,
The beginning of the metamorphosis
Between the Who she was
And the Who she is,
If indeed there is any difference.

Even then the music played
Though not often and never very long.
Silent refrains ringing indelibly upon her soul,
Anticipated really, more than heard.
But she knew it must be out there somewhere,
Or at least that it ought to be.

Her steps grew longer and then slower
And still she strained to
Catch the stilled cadence of different drums
Performing melodies as yet unheard
To lead her God knows where,
Ever further from herself and her own kind.
Once she swore she almost caught an echo
Left by a fading note,
But a scoffing silence
Hinted it was never really there.

Even now the music plays
Though her ears have no heart to hear.
Mute melodies reverberate a now hollow truth:
To orchestrate one’s life is not to stop
And marvel at some unfamiliar theme,
But to compose the score yourself.

—Jennifer Wylie



What’s That? That’s Tuff. Don’t Be A Smartass. Really, That’s Tuff

Heading toward Castalon and Santa Elena Canyon on the Ross Maxwell Scenic Drive is an outcropping of volcanic ash reminiscent of the “Who’s On First” comedy bit.

You: What is it?

Me: That’s tuff.

You: But what’s the white stuff?

Me: I said that’s tuff!

You: Why won’t you tell me?

Me: That’s TUFF, dammit!

You: Do you have to be such a bitch about it?

Me: That’s tough!


You Can Count On The Liberal Media To Report This
Oh wait!, No you can’t. I think a more appropriate name for the US form of journalism is the Corporate Media.

You Can Count On The Liberal Media To Report This

Oh wait!, No you can’t. I think a more appropriate name for the US form of journalism is the Corporate Media.


Making The Best Of A Cool Gray Day

I’d planned to drive to a nearby town to walk with a friend today and decided to do it solo when she cancelled on me. Despite the gray overcast sky I was sure I could take a few photos worth posting. I took 15 and these two were the best so maybe I was wrong. 😐


🎵 Till The Clouds Roll By  🎼 🎶
Don’t know why I want to put music to our cloudy drive between Terlingua and Panther Junction. At least the song selection is diverse: first Willie and now Jerome Kern. I was struck by how the cloud dissected this mountain; my husband was afraid I’d be struck by a car since I had him stop for pictures so many times. We struck a deal: I stood off the roadway to shoot photographs.

🎵 Till The Clouds Roll By  🎼 🎶

Don’t know why I want to put music to our cloudy drive between Terlingua and Panther Junction. At least the song selection is diverse: first Willie and now Jerome Kern. I was struck by how the cloud dissected this mountain; my husband was afraid I’d be struck by a car since I had him stop for pictures so many times. We struck a deal: I stood off the roadway to shoot photographs.


🎼 Oh They Tell Me Of An Unclouded Day 🎵
Great song by Willie, but this was not the day they were telling him about! At first I was disappointed it wasn’t a clear day for the drive into the park from Terlingua but the day provided some unique photo opportunities — different, but unique. I loved this distant, almost surrealistic, view of the Sierra del Carmen.

🎼 Oh They Tell Me Of An Unclouded Day 🎵

Great song by Willie, but this was not the day they were telling him about! At first I was disappointed it wasn’t a clear day for the drive into the park from Terlingua but the day provided some unique photo opportunities — different, but unique. I loved this distant, almost surrealistic, view of the Sierra del Carmen.