It’s still hot, but the rain keeps falling, though now in short bursts that don’t amount to much. But the high desert still basks in the fluid infusion. Gush…lush…drip…grow, thrive, morph, prepare for sleep.
The ubiquitous hackberry bush in its September glory
Bisbee is tucked in under the cover of purple or red morning glories, transforming the town into linear shapes under a living blanket
"Perfection Bread" vintage advertisement, Old Bisbee
This is all you need to see to know it's a Bisbee girl. Farmers' Market, Saturday.
This guy lives in Bisbee and drives around with his two wolves.
Maxi at a jobsite this week
Heading south toward home on my street, I saw this little squall over Mexico. You can see where it's raining for hundreds of miles.
Lochlin Street, Old Bisbee
One of the many "art cars" of Bisbee. It's an art form here.
Close up of art car---Our Lady of Guadalupe icons are common here.
My friend Janice and I went to the Farmers' Market today and took some pictures of the animals for our local rescue group. We don't like breeders, we have too many strays as it is. We especially resent pitbull breeders, as the dogs end up in the desert, the road, or the pound, or the most obvious and vile, the fighting pit. This little guy is part pug and will be easily adopted because he's small and adorable.