Dawn arrives on time here in Stevens Point, Wisconsin...no sun, just damp gray clouds. I ask the same question every year, "Why do we come home before the snow has melted?" One more day of driving the blue-roads and home is where we'll be. Yes, things could be worse, a lot worse, just take a look around the world, there is a lot of crazy crap happening out there.
I won't post all the pictures of my latest lifer birds since last update....about 25 new...so here's just a few pics of life on the road to home.
Homeless Danny in his tent, waiting-out a 48 hour cold rain. I took him a bowl of hot black beans.
What a crock of crap, we all know there ain't nothing free, especially 72 oz of beef steak....Hmm, unless maybe they are collecting roadkill. To me it takes a dumb-ass to put up a sign like that and a dumb-ass to believe it.
Another roadside attraction makes me smile.
With 5 mules and Jesus as your friend, life on the road is probably better than living in the suburbs.
These are things that scare the crap out of me. Someone better start paying attention or we'll be owned, lock, stock and barrel by self-serving corporations.
As long as the government can keep the working stiff's belly full of some kind of crap-food, and the TV blaring for distraction, they (the masses) will not complain. Wake up America, wake up! No, make that "Wake up world." Monsanto is about to take over.
Silos full of Monsanto, genetically modified corn soon to appear on a plate at your table.
That's it folks, see ya next winter, if someone doesn't turn out the lights in the meantime.
Spring often brings the unexpected weather pattern and this year was no exception. In Springerville, NM we awoke to find a lovely blanket of snow spread across the 7,000 Ft. elevation.
Oh the incongruity of it all. No bike riding today.
Snow, seeing the bright side, can be beautiful in the mountains.
This Ferruginous Hawk (a new lifer for me) didn't seem to mind the snow. Might have even made finding his breakfast a little easier.
Whoever the revved-up cowboys or cowgirls were that shot up this sign need to have their guns taken away. "STUPID IS WHAT STUPID DOES."
Salt deposits of Laguna Del Perro along Hwy 60 New Mexico.
A little south of Magdalina, NM, out by the fairgrounds, sitting in the sun for the past 20 years, we found this amazing 90' installation of recycled mixed media by Holly Hughes. The town touts not the forgotten art. Holly has moved on to greener pastures. Where? Maybe she'll see this and give me a shout.
The endless barren stretches of Highway 60, once a major east-west corridor connects a few hardscrabble towns lain near ruin by dust, time, railroad consolidation and Interstate 40.