Southeast Utah

Mounds of Comb (Wash, that is)

The Abajo Mountains (with snow)

 Looking North

The Naked and the Nude
  by Robert Graves (24, July 1985 - 7, December 1985)

For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.

Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.

The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman's trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.

The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometimes nude!

And I would add: 

As they laugh amongst the whips and briars they delightedly giggle, "Bring it on!" and "More!" 

Pagan Holiday - Comb Wash

We made the most of Fuck Like Rabbits day, spending it in bed.

Herrmann & ALL his MESS!!!!

The Goddess leant a full moon to the ambiance.

Catwalk - Mayyyybe Not

Iz truhdeeshun to veezit das Catvalk ven Effer Vee are in zee neighborhoot.

But on April 9, I schtink....Mayyyyybe not.

Datil Mayhem

Akin to Spiller in The Borrowers or Pig Pen in Peanuts, I can, in short order, convert even the most organized space into....

Cunnilingus and Fellatio, they find
A number of places to dined.
Appreciating the menus
But rejecting the venues
They went home and 69ed.

                            --- Incognito

The Seat of The Chair

Silver City - A Space

Jean Robert Beffort's (Zchahn Roe-bAre Bay-four) A Space Studio and Gallery is a bucket-lister's MUST. Now in its ninth year, he made $15.00 the day I visited, but magic is priceless!

Susan (ten years in Rodeo, on the NM-AZ border) and Alan (Tucson) came in and held us spellbound with tales of Moscow, Idaho, where Alan summers, and the topper, this performance by Susan....

I got an email in July, 2020, from a close friend of Susan telling me she'd died of sepsis after a recent surgery.

Gila River Spring

Tues, Apr 9. 5:27 pm

They ranged from blue-black

through tan 

to Pink. 

And through their many dialects 

I could hear their exortations, 

   
            "Pet me."

I demurred, 

saying my touch was 

not quite right. 

Perhaps, 

      I said, 

                someday 

                             she 

                                     may 

                                              come here.

(my journal says the Day Use Area near Glenwood.)

Whereupon there came a clamor. "Why isn't she here?!?!!" They kept it up for some minutes until, despite the difficulties we had, I knew I couldn't go on without her.