New steps, … a weekly farrago, this, on the first Friday of August, 2016. Someone said, “Correspondences are like small clothes before the invention of suspenders; it is impossible to keep them up.”  Ah, but we’ll see.

Prescott-1In Arkansas, this scene might send one scampering for a “fraidy hole” to wait it out and hope the house is left standing after. But here in Arizona’s western Bradshaw mountains, a July-August monsoon is an almost-daily occurrence, and what appears to be a funnel is “merely” a heavy, concentrated rain. Blue skies may return shortly … or not. The birds don’t mind, but go on about their business. Oh, to be a bird?  RufousHum3

My little sisters, the birds, much bounden are ye unto God, your Creator, and always in every place ought ye to praise Him, for that He hath given you liberty to fly about everywhere, and hath also given you double and triple raiment; … still more … for the element of the air which He hath appointed for you; beyond all this, ye sow not, neither do you reap; and God feedeth you, and giveth you the streams and fountains for your drink; the mountains and valleys for your refuge and the high trees whereon to make your nests; … wherefore your Creator loveth you much, seeing that He hath bestowed on you so many benefits; and therefore, my little sisters, beware of the sin of ingratitude, and study always to give praises unto God. ~ St. Francis of Assisi  Prescott-3

Hear their melodious songs! Enjoy a gallery of some of my bird shots below. Click for big views. Meanwhile, if you are faunching at the bit over politics (not difficult to get there!), consider that —

Great men hallow a whole people, and lift up all who live in their time. ~ Sydney Smith

The more humanity advances, the more it is degraded. ~ Gustave Flaubert

Human beings cling to their delicious tyrannies, and to their exquisite nonsense … till death stares them in the face. ~ Sydney Smith

So looking forward to Prescott’s 29th Annual Arizona Cowboy Poets Gathering, coming live and in color next weekend, August 11-13!  I expect a rollicking good time with stories told by the likes of Baxter Black, Buck Ryberg, Vess Quinlan & Rusty Pistols, music by such notables as Mary Kaye, Jim Jones and Amy Hale-Auker. Yee-ha! Should be a little like heav’n tol’ funny.

Heaven?  Rev. Sydney Smith humorously quipped that his friend Henry Luttrell’s “idea of heaven was eating pâté de foie gras to the sound of trumpets.” Won’t be no pâté de foie gras around the Cowboy Poets Gathering, but they may be tellin’ about some pâté de cow pies

Carpe diem. Vita brevis!

© August 5, 2016, by Michael E. Stubblefield. All rights reserved, including photos.

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