We are having a snow morning here in Bisbee, Arizona. Offices are opening a few hours later, basically because no one trusts the other person to know how to drive on snow-covered ice.
I thought I’d let you take a look at my neighborhood in daylight. Perched above this cement garage is one of the agave stalks where orbs hover.
The gate that is often an attractor of nighttime orbs.
Looks like the dog has already taken a look into town from our bench.
B Mountain from which the moon rises over our miner shack architecture.
I was watching the snow blow off the rooftops from my kitchen window, and realized a photo opportunity awaited outside.
The distant mountains are in Mexico, whose border is about 12 miles from my house.
The “Old Bisbee” section of town is so steep the post office won’t deliver mail to our houses. The benefit is that the post office is a neighborhood meeting place, giving us endless opportunities to greet each other and exchange pleasantries. It’s why we’re all so gosh darn friendly!