Roadwork

The only time it's "manageable" is when it's wet. 

After two days of rain it's like wet cement. When cars come through it squishes out from under the sides of the tires. I scrape it flat and do what I can to fill the holes. Just call me Sisyphus.

One has to take one's exercise where one finds it.

BEFORE Cleaning the lens

AFTER Cleaning

Sunset

I'd likely miss out on this if I lived inside.

Sahuarita Mélange

 Sunset

Sunrise

Light on the Shoulders

Light on the Tippy-Tops

Sunset - Sahuarita

 

Sahuarita

Nothing noteworthy...simply documenting.

Camp

Snow

Walmart ensemble

Note sexy ankle-showing...albeit with sock. Come summer though...

A Small, But Comfortable, Space

Functioning in so small a space is still a source of pleasure; rarely is it an annoyance.

Yesterday was a bit of a wrangle as I worked to cut down a box to fit a special need. As the sun set and the chill dampened my enthusiasm, I piled everything in upon itself. Fortunately, I'm not expecting company. 

At top right is a bag of trash under which are the remnant pieces of cardboard. Under those are my overalls; to the left, the blue bag has extra garbage bags & toilet paper, now only used as kleenex. Boots got thrown in the middle. The laptop, at the left, slipped between it all and this morning's need, at the edge of my crossed legs, coffee filters.

The outside is just a step away.

Update: 7:00 a.m. 9.Dec.

My rich diet of braunsweiger & beef tartare had me out in the cold & damp. I fired up the engine and pulled the settee, pictured above, next to the door so I'd have some heat. Nothing impedes a sphincter like cold. It's one of those rare mornings when something just can't wait.