Back to the Flying Star (aka the Flying Squirrel)
My Pal Anne
Anne: Each morning on our way to the beach, we hear birds waking up in one tree. We can’t see the birds, but I imagine they look like this.
Not sure how happy I should be about Riley being one of “The Best Books You’ve Never Read,” but I’ll take it! Thank you, Lacey Vorrasi-Banis/Entertainment Weekly.
Los Poblanos
On today's walk, this fellow crossed my path.
Our Sandhill Cranes
Over 18,000 cranes fly in to Albuquerque every year during the fall and winter months. By March they’ve all departed. Sandhill cranes can weigh up to 14 pounds. The birds grow to 4 feet in height measured from toe to the top of the head when they’re standing. They mate for life. When they go to sleep, they like to stand in shallow water, often on one leg, with their heads and necks tucked on or under one of their shoulders. How do I know all this is true? Because I read in on the internet.
Judy Chicago
Who would have thought that Judy Chicago would live and work in Belen, a little town 30 minutes south of Albuquerque? We visited her gallery there today. She lives in an old hotel (renovated by her husband, Donald Woodman) across the street from the gallery. A series of gorgeous photos by Donald were on display. He took the photos last year during the pandemic, when they were "entrapped, constrained, suppressed." The photos are of Judy’s colored smoke bombs in the outdoor area around their home.
Snow is coming.
After Christmas Sale
I had a terrible time photographing this! Remind me never to do a painting on a grid again.