Puddle-ology on Big Mesa

Up on Big Mesa there is an area known as "Monghabaasi" - which means "land of puddlesome", an area rich in converging puddles. After the heavy rains last week, I went on a reconnaissance tour with Everett McNamara. We spotted at least five "crater" formations, slightly morphed by the lay of the land and shifting towards "cross-mud" configurations. We also came upon several "dry wind*beds" - former puddle locations that ran dry - including a rare, 7 foot-long Hans Buber pocket, and an exquisite appearance of the just recently categorized Piloti Shamaan. Interspersed between these findings are shots of Mesa scenery.

(click pic fo' mo' mud)

Solistice Sky

(looked a bit like this - click to enlarge)

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(this one was taken a few days before)

say it ain't soap (Joe) // very tall me

after a hummingbird/mailbox sighting I ran into my friends from the doggie crew (Dolores, Nancy and Evelyn and their pups Dexter et al.) on Cherry Rd. then, I headed up at dusk to RDI (regenerative design institute) up on Mesa Rd. to help the folks there make soap.



oh and I also became "very tall me"...

dralas and boddhisattvas on Mistle Rd.

I sometimes take wood from a neighbor's pile. No one ever goes to that house and the wood is left to rot. A couple of weeks ago, I was doing this with my arm in a sling and someone walking their dog saw me. I felt caught, even though I didn't think taking a small log from the 4-foot high/20-foot wide pile was much of a crime. It was Dolores who lives one road down. I became less distraught once I realized it was someone I knew, but felt self conscious. As we greeted I tried not to dwell in this feeling.

(clicking them carrots goes to more yummy pics)

Then some small magic occurred. Dolores said "I'll help you place the log you have under your arm, then you can get another one and hold it in your hand. Two logs are better than one!" It seemed like there was a dance of friendly spirits springing from nature to my aide.