Memories of Place

The nearest neighbor to our desert home in southern New Mexico was the Martinez ranch and roping arena.  Our driveway bordered that expanse of swamp cedar to the left center of the picture.  The Rio Grande is to the right.  Tonuco Mountain to the north was a frequent destination, mainly to see the many petroglyphs there.  In our last Spring I found a Prairie Falcon nest high in the sandstone cliffs.

Aspirational Threat Display

On Alert

Opal Eyes

risk assessment

Viewpoint

 I have walked by this piece in the museum sculpture garden many times,  but only realized recently that it accurately depicts a cowboy standing beside Donald Trump.

 I may have to explore this theme. further with AI.

Looking At The Moon

While I am developing a roll of film in my kitchen I often ask Alexa to play the songs of Billie Holiday. One of my favorites is I'll Be Seeing You.  I always think of my mother as I listen to the song and wonder if, for a time,  it was one of her favorites as well.
    The song was first published in 1938.  Billie Holiday recorded it in 1944.  That was the year my father died in his Sherman tank on a snowy road in Belgium.

 

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.

In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.