NOMAD DREAMING

Enchanted moon hanging out in the Desert Willow #moon #fullmoon #newmexico #casita #717NAsh

The front gate cactus has the last waltz with the sun. Goodnight moon. Enchanted skies, edition June 2019 #717NAsh #casita #TorC #moon...

It’s Wesak: Buddha Purnima and the night is moonlit silver and indigo velvet, subtly perfumed by Desert Willow (chilopsis linearis)...

Hanging out in the desert willow: hello moon! #moon #fullmoon

Moondance at the smoke shop. A thin silver crescent full of promise. #moon #newmoon #crescentmoon #TorC #nightscape

Playing in the light of the buttery moon. Full wolf moon, January 2019 edition #moon #fullmoon #wolfmoon #TorC #cactus #opuntia

“...But sometimes when the night is slow/The wretched and the meek/We gather up our hearts and go/ A thousand kisses deep....” Leonard...

My dawn view from the little adobe casita: full moon sneaking below the horizon as the dawn chorus hold the line. #moon #fullmoon...

A thin horned crescent hangs low on the western horizon. #moon #crescentmoon

Tree tangled numinous luminosity. #moon #fullmoon

Full moon in Capricorn, sun in Cancer : heart of a lion to all. Lion’s breath. #fullmoon #moon #lion #yoga #simhasana

Little adobe desert casita dreaming: new moon in an indigo velvet sky. #moon #crescentmoon #TorC #casita #Chihauhauandesert #night #newmoon

Full flower moon. The last in the high desert. #moon #fullmoon #mahealani

You keep me hanging on. Preferably The Supremes 1966 original version. Cue the beauty of a sixties breakup song. Set me free Set me free,...

Dawn skies with shrinking crescent #moon #waningmoon #dawn

Good morning, New Mexico! Meditating on the duty and destiny thing, the wearing of the ball and chain, there are decisions to be made....

Twelve hours later she is back. Sliding serene out of cover behind trees into bright silver night sky #moon #fullmoon #lookup #moonrise

Caught! Lunabella trying to sneak below the horizon unnoticed. None of that. How much do we miss because we don’t look up and out? #moon...

Shades of Albrecht Durer and my father in the little Fear Caller at my library front door when I arrived for work. What message do you...