Today’s the Fourth of July. Independence Day. It’s supposedly a holiday, but I’m not among the celebrants. Not any more. Not since the conservative movement, SCOTUS obviously included, began its never-ending assault on the “independence” of all but the rich, the powerful, and the corporations. Celebrating “Independence Day” these days is kinda like . . . kinda like it would be to celebrate Christmas if there were no Santa . . . ??
Hmmm. I will think on that one.
Onward. Summer is now about two weeks old, give or take an hour or two. On the Solstice the sunrise here was at 0537 MDT; this morning it’s scheduled to have first peeked over the horizon at 0542, so the creep toward winter is already five minutes underway.
Anyway, my way of celebrating the fourth day of July this year is to offer a quick look back at roughly the first few days of summer — the last few days in June — here at the foot of the Front Range of the Rockies. Beats fireworks!
First, an 11,000 ft. Front Range Peak. The patches of white stuff are the last remnants of winter’s snowpack:
Next, the first “rose” of summer, a thistle blossom:
Early morning reflections of the Front Range atop our local Lake Beckwith:
An aging gosling, almost grown into his adult Canadian Goose feathers:
Now to the backyard. First, a visitor:
Scary scary, yeah? 😯 Here’s another look:
DANGER DANGER? Nah, just a gopher snake waiting to do his thing:
Meanwhile, Shadow the cat sent Mr.G(opher) packing, then returned to her grassy guardpost unfazed:
So. How does allathat relate to, say, the news of the day in re the Fourth of July? Iraq? Syria? Our do-nothing Congress? Our grossly corrupted Supreme Court? The McDaniel/Cochran idiot “war” in Mississippi? Corporate and billionaire political privilege? Etc. etc. etc.??
Easy. Everything “Out There” is unbelievably SUPERIOR! to EVERYTHING that’s parcel to the mostly demented human agenda.
Thus it is demonstrated; thus it is written. (see above)