Nothing special except the usual attempt to look around ourselves, to keep our eyes and minds tuned to the special moments that inhabit our daily lives. Garden. Kitchen. River. Trail.
We've managed to trim our town-style bikerafting setup down to this. Not exactly sleek. Not yet. But good enough for a ride to the river, a quick evening float, and a ride home under the darkening sky.
We haven't been able to figure out what kind of creature these tiny eggs belong to.
We do think these might be unlaid eggs inside one of our nemesis squash bugs. But we're not insect anatomists. Could just be bug guts.
Pinyon Juniper forest fire beyond the cliffs north of town.