Muddy river
Swirls as the muddy Rio Grande passed through Albuquerque this morning: (Much electronic manipulation of the image to bring out those colors. It was pretty, but not quite that pretty.)
Swirls as the muddy Rio Grande passed through Albuquerque this morning: (Much electronic manipulation of the image to bring out those colors. It was pretty, but not quite that pretty.)
From a letter to Franz Kafka: Sir, You have made me unhappy. I bought your ‘Metamorphosis’ as a present for my cousin, but she doesn’t know what to make of the story. As quoted in the Economist’s review of Kafka: The Years of Insight.
This cover from the Santa Fe Reporter, New Mexico’s favorite alt-weekly, has created a bit of a ruckus: No, I’m not talking about the bikini-clad Lady of Gaudalupe. I’m talking about the saguaros, those two tall-armed cacti in the distance. This outrage must not stand. “New Mexico?” Chris Clarke wrote last year. “No tienen saguaros.” …
If you’re going to introduce a chainsaw in the first act, you’d better be sure you cut down a tree by the end of the play.
another Not On My Employer’s Production Server experiment View Larger Map
Recalling one of Inkstain’s two mottos*, I’m experimenting here with fire maps. This is an attempt at the perimeter/heat map for the Thompson Ridge fire in the Jemez Mountains of New Mexico, as of last night’s IR overflight, GIS data courtesy National Interagency Fire Center. The “view larger map” link allows you to do what …
Boarding the Victoria-Port Angeles ferry this morning, a gang of scooters: They got to get on the ferry first.