Happiness is a rock. Happiness rocks.
Winter to the left of me. Winter to the right of me. Here I am, stuck in the middle with melancholy human snowbirds who have returned from their southern homes too soon.
Over 300,000 acres of this grass and sage brush burned in Northwest Oklahoma. I talked to distressed evacuees. It’s always something.
More snow on a MoDo.
Winters without end can be tiring.
A robin in what has proven to be a characteristic pose this spring.
By the time I got around to fixing the weather, we’d received 19 inches of snow in April, a new record. I couldn’t be prouder.