The usual things of many Tuesday evenings. Leave the salt mine, and drive 20 minutes to be on my mountain bike before dark.
Happy dogs of other cyclists. The huge malamute must wonder why we need a fire at 48F.
The next morning, I missed the super blue blood moon. But I saw this lighting I’ve missed before, on an entry almost as designed.
The spiked balls of Agave parryi and Fouquieria splendens reaching for the sky, while others plants hang back.
Imagine that also with my low entry monument and development logo, possibly curved to disappear further right. On my plan, that was located somewhere between the agaves and the sotols, the boulders mostly behind.
It still works with mostly native plants.
2/11/18 weather: 61 / 46 / .00″