Sunday...

It's hot,  Yesterday was a day as usual, shopping, dealing with Mom, not accomplishing much, etc.

It is getting harder to accept that my Mom's mental state is quickly slipping away. He memory gets places and times mixed up creating stories that mash different times, different events into a new piece of fiction. (to her this is real, to me I know its fiction).

I'll survive and keep Mom out of trouble.

a sojourn...

 A trip to the lower desert, 114 in the shade. Chased a train from just south of Cabazon to Banning. Got a few good shots, including an array of mobile frog points, There we four in a row, I'll edit and upload tomorrow.