Fo yo mamma....
Who are you?
Why are you writing.
Well, I've mentioned all that a long
time ago, and it's pretty much the same some 7 years later.
What you see, isi pretty much all that there is to see. Lots and
lots of this will, I hope, be of interest to my kids, as they sit
and read and remember of some of the events we shared together.
Which reminds me, I need to put more of that kind of stuff down
on paper. I've got some of the images, all I need to do is find
Anyway, there are those out and about in the online world who have
created a world of delusion around which they write. I mean, good
grief, it's hard enough to keep up with life as a married person
with 3 kids, but try and juggle all that with a life that you are
young, and single, and out on the move.
So it was with one writer, she, married with 3 kiddies at home,
set up shop in varioius different forums, proclaiming to be an available
goddess of sorts.
Sooner or later, when everything that you present is a fabrication,
it should come crashing down. In her case, it was later, and the
world of the hot late twenty something turned out to be that of
a fat forty year old.
Evidently she made lots of internet friends, mostly women, who
invited her into their homes, all the while being deceived about
the hidden housewife.
It blew up in her face and it was ugly.
Meanwhile, in Albuquerque, our drama was displayed in the northern
The sky was boiling and churning and I just wish I had continued
the pan a bit more to the right of the image, but it was getting
dark and I thought the images were not turning out.
As you can see, the images were perfectly ok, and I wished I had
continued the pan to the right on up to the summit of the Sandias.
Then just a few minutes later, turning to the west, the sky boiled
and churned in the last light of the day.
After looking at these images, I decided to make a new gallery
of images for the Albuquerque