What's your problem Paparazzo? Haven't you seen a bleach blonde porcupine before?

I usually go home by a different route, but with Labor Day officially closing the summer holidays, the public schools and universities back in session and everyone back to work, the streets are mess with traffic jams from crashes, road construction, and railroad crossings. 

Wait a minute, that looks like the last train car, but it's going the wrong direction.

Everything starts to fade.

Might as well put your feet up and take a nap.

For those who feel like they can't take it anymore, Esther Davis and Domino's have teamed up to offer pizza and psychiatric care.

Lok

Loki (lok) and Lola (Lol) are kind of like a Rock & Roll pair of kitties. When I'm in bed, if one is on my legs, the other is on my chest and visa versa. 

Lol

Raccoon prints in the mud.

Or new refrigerator that we purchased 16 years ago on June 2, 2002 passed away sometime after we went to bed last night. Coincidently, the irrigation ditch ran dry last night leaving the bottom dwellers scrambling to find puddles in hopes they don't dry up before water runs again. 

This morning I fired up our old 1982 Ford F100 pickup truck, threw a dolly in the back, and took off to procure us a new refrigerator.  My plan was to buy a new refrigerator on a Labor Day sale, load it into the truck, bring it home, take the expired refrigerator out to the shed and repurpose it into a well insulated storage cabinet. Then I would have rolled the new refrigerator into the old one's place, and simply been done with it.

But life is not so simple anymore. Much to my surprise, while I could purchase any number of refrigerators on sale for prices ranging from $470 to $4,700, I could not simply buy one, have it loaded onto my 1982 Ford F100 pickup truck and take it home. Refrigerators in the stores are for looking at, deciding which model you want, and then you purchase one, and the store delivers the new refrigerator at some later date, and then the delivery staff take the expired refrigerator away to be recycled after the new one is delivered. 

So here we have Labor Day and I can't even labor by bringing home a new refrigerator and taking the old one out to the shed and repurposing it. Sad as it is, these modern days have thwarted my redneck ways much to Laurie's delight. 

Crawdad or Crayfish.

Baby Bullfrog.

Cottonwood leaf.

Baby Bullfrog.

Baby Blue Tailed lizard.

With my raincoat in one hand and my camera in the other, I walked out under cloudy skies and caught the stormy action that unfolded around me.

Mia's tree stood stark and defiant against the threatening clouds.

Walls of rain blew in from the west.

Lighting and thunder shook the world below.

Lighting revealed a spout of rain.

Hairline fracture in the sky.

Another strike showed the spout looking more like a funnel cloud.

Lightning cut through cloudbursts like illuminated tornados.

Duck landing on the Rio Grande at sunset.

Reminded me of a few airplanes I've been on.

Snowy Egret skimming the water.

Loki

I was repairing my lonely road.

When a roadrunner came walking by alone.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked.

Filling up a sink hole in my lonely road.

"But you're all alone. There's no one to work beside you?"

"No one to run your wheel barrow for you?"

"No one to help lift those concrete slabs?"

No. There's no one who will help me on this lonely road.

It's my lonely road and I repair in on my own.

I fill the hole so you and others won't fall in it.

I fill the hole so wheels don't get stuck in it.

"Sorry I can't help you. I'm just a roadrunner out walking all alone."

"This concrete is hard and heavy, my break can't break it."

"I must be on my way."

Bye roadrunner. Watch your speed. Now I'm back to working alone.