Ode to An Expiring Frog

Can I view thee panting, lying
On thy stomach, without sighing;
Can I unmoved see thee dying
On a log
Expiring frog!

Say, have fiends in shape of boys,
With wild halloo, and brutal noise,
Hunted thee from marshy joys,
With a dog,
Expiring frog!

Colorado

In front of Kissing Camels, Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs.

Classic car show on Main Street, Westcliffe.

The most noble and classic of all automobiles, the Flatback Baja Bug.

Discovery of great significance: A Mennonite bakery in Westcliffe. Celebrated by procuring and devouring delicious samples with beautiful Frau.

Blog Best Practices

Wise man say, "Better a missile launch in May than a faux cat from last October." And my blog pictures are better, too, according to recognized authorities on such matters.

Picnics at White Sands

There is a place for picnics at White Sands National Monument. You can come and have nice lunch in the middle of the white sand. Some people were doing that. I guess the sand is so fine and soft the kids like to play in it. It is soft sand. Almost like talcum powder, according to Visitor Center. That's true. I guess. And the sand is very white, too.

I'm at the airport in El Paso waiting for my flight home.

Of Missiles and White Sands

We were delayed on the way to work this morning by the launch of a ballistic missile from the range. Luckily we were pulled over just at the top of the San Augustin Pass and were able to enjoy a perfect view, one that might even rival a faux cat.

Then, after completing our work at WSMR early, we had time to explore the White Sands National Monument. There was a lot of sand. It was white.

Tomorrow I return home and this ramble will be over.

Living Large In Las Cruces

Kansas City Airport

Heading to White Sands once again.