How does one properly celebrate the summer solstice? I had no idea and didn't bother to google it,
so I did what came naturally, which was to hang out with the herd on the longest day of the year,
enjoying every last minute of daylight.
Of course I had my camera with me, and I couldn't not take a picture of these misbegotten yucca.
Never in all my years in New Mexico had I seen a yucca with a curly, crooked stalk.
They're supposed to stick straight up in the air. I can only assume these are victims of the drought.
The longer I looked at them, the more I thought they were trying to spell something.
N...C...? I can't break the code. I'll go back out in a day or two to see if another letter has been added.
Smooch and Alan were captivated by the setting sun.
But then it finally started to get dark...
and Smooch and I headed for the house.
I love taking silhouettes. Could you tell?