Squaw Lake in nothern Nevada from the high ridge. It's like a mirage.
Blogger has been a bad boy and puked a few times when I attempted to upload photos. So I am dissing the hand the feeds me, so to speak.
It is amazing how green New England looks after a spell under the Big Sky. The edges of Squaw Lake were green with reeds, cattails, and grasses. I saw a rock wren, 2 magpies, some swallows and ducks which do not appear to be in the bird book. Grrrr.
Still working on the beginning of Festival Madness. Ramping up to do the plot outline for the California book.
Fall is in the air and tomorrow I'm using the huge supply of basil to make pesto. We must have a bushel of tomatoes that need to ripen. Hummingbirds seems to be gone. Hope the little pair make it to Mexico. Seems impossible. So feisty and pugnacious. I love them.
Tonight it's tortilla casserole, and I have to go into the kitchen and make it happen.
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