I've been under the weather, and spent the bulk of the weekend inside. Sunday was a typical northern New Mexico winter day. The wind blew. And blew. And blew. As if it might carry you with all of that sand and dirt and grit, right across the top of the mountain range. There's no snow. No rain. Just the thin wail of wind that wakes you up in the morning like some woman singing way off key, and the only one true thing you can say about her is that she's loud. Oh, and her voice isn't very pretty either. So I guess that's two.

Anyway, this is what I was doing in June.