Framing sunset with forefingers reflecting moon...
Outside looking in figuring out what is going on...
Ageless landscape in state of the art...
Staring into space, thinking to myself...
Puncturing a hole through sky to beam out light...
Was I unwise to leave them open so long?...
One day this will make sense or it won't...
Roots drawing sustenance in hydroponic clarity...
Middle of sentence, end of conversation...
Seek shelter from shimmering sands at siesta time...
Swath of southwestern color across desert sky...
Freeway wild blue yonder flushing color exhaust...
End of construction day dust hangover...
Dialing up analog 1978...
Storm diffusing glow overland...
Haphazardly looking up at dust storm rising...
Mean Mr. Mustard garbage truck machine...
Summer sunset silhouetting ebbing tide of day...
Open throttle heading into Babylon...
Turn right into concrete barricades...
Meandering trail enlivened for a spell by downpour...
Checks cashed, gold, smoke shop, food...
Lightning in the air...
In memoriam: Granite Mountain Hotshot Crew, Prescott, Arizona.
Blowback from irresolute housing crisis...
Clouds drifting over simmering urban heat island...
Sun filtering color after misty rain...
Traveling post meridian desert chimera with Dali...
Kindling luminous light on other side of mountain...
Give me Jesus on the line...
I want to speak to a friend of mine.
[New Mexico local switchboard c. 1940 THNM | Song "Operator" 1952 Wynona Carr currently kept in popular culture by The Dove Brothers]