Storm light

I was driving home a couple of nights ago, with the sunset behind me and a glowering storm ahead, the skies dark and split by lightning, but illuminated at the same time by the rose and lavender hues of the sun going down through a sky colored by smoke from some area wildfires.

This isn't the world's greatest photograph, but it shows Davis Road, which goes from just outside Tombstone down into the valley, eventually merging with the road that runs past our place, and it's representative of the views that sometimes distract me from my driving.

Davis Road storm_web

Father's Day

Today is the 100th anniversary of Father's Day (at least, according to the nice e-mail I just got from Michelle Obama). 

So to me, and to all the other fathers out there, Happy Father's Day! 

And to celebrate, here is today's Cow and Boy strip by Mark Leiknes!

Cow & Boy

Obama 2

My second Barack Obama bio-comic, Barack Obama: The Road to the White House, landed in comic book stores everywhere this week.  This issue covers the general election campaign and the transition.  The art is still by Tom Morgan, who is drawing all three issues, cover once again by J. Scott Campbell.

I said I was through with personal appearances until Comic-Con, but it appears that I was wrong, because I'll be in Phoenix for this one on July 4.  Details to come!


Obama Book 2

Sedona

We made it back late last night from our weekend of travel to and from Sedona, AZ, with some (but not enough) actual Sedona time in the middle.

Heading up, we took a back road route we have never taken before from home through Globe, then a path from Globe to Show Low that I have driven solo before, but more than twenty years ago.  This road goes through the beautiful Salt River Canyon, that in any state that didn't already contain the Grand Canyon would be considered a major landmark. From Show Low we want to Taylor to very briefly visit friends, because we were already running behind schedule. 

Heading out of Taylor, we traveled across the amazing Mogollon Rim before descending into Payson.  We had dinner there, then made the rest of the trip to Sedona through the dark of night.

When we awakened in our hotel on top of a mesa, we saw what we couldn't the night before--the breathtaking red rocks and green trees and the incredible views that greet you around every turn. After breakfast we made the short trip out to Red Rock Crossing to see Cathedral Rock across Oak Creek--there's a picture below, then browsed around the shopping/gallery area of Tlaquepaque, where there were many spectacular things we couldn't come close to affording.  After lunch and a little more shopping in Uptown, we headed for The Well Red Coyote, a wonderful indie bookstore, where an enthusiastic crowd gathered or my supernatural thriller seminar.

Later we ate at the charmingly funky Red Planet Diner, and saw The Taking Of Pelham 123 (which was really good--tight, taut, terrifically constructed, with solid, non-stop suspense).

Sunday morning (after a great breakfast at the Coffee Pot) we had to head home, via Phoenix and Tucson.  The scenery on interstate 10 wasn't nearly as grand as it had been on the way up.  But as always, we're glad to be back on the ranch, where this morning the Gambel's quail couple that lives here brought their new chicks for a drink from our pond.

Cathedral_web
Quail chicks

One last signing

I'm doing one more event for Cold Black Hearts on Saturday, June 13, at The Well Red Coyote in Sedona, AZ.  It'll be a combination workshop on crafting supernatural thrillers and signing.  More details are here.

Theoretically, this will be my last public appearance until Comic-Con in July.

Obama interview

The Colorado Springs Gazette has published an article on President Obama's many appearances in comics these days, for which the writer interviewed me.  You can find it here.

Neighborhood gang

A lot of neighborhoods have gangs, hanging out on street corners, causing trouble.  We've been seeing this bunch around lately, out by the mailboxes, loitering down the road.  Yesterday they found themselves in our back pasture and spent the day, seven of them in all. 

About 5:30, I was changing the water in and cleaning out the trough and dog bowls in the dogs' corral, and the horses were watching me over the fence.  I realized that since they had spent a long hot day in the pasture with no water, they were probably thirsty.  I went into the barn and got the wading pool we put in the corral for the dogs, took it into the pasture, and started running water into it from a hose.  The horses drank it up so fast I had to check for leaks, because the pool would not fill up--but it was just because seven thirsty horses can down a lot of water.  Gradually they became more accepting of me, as their thirst was slaked, to the point that one of them followed me around and nudged me if I stopped petting her.

They're gone this morning.  I hope they come back, because it's nice to have horses around--and nice, too, not to have responsibility for them.  Sort of like being grandparents, I imagine--you can enjoy them but then they go back where they belong and they're not your problem anymore.

Horse gang

More on COLD BLACK HEARTS

There's a short piece on Cold Black Hearts in the newsletter of the International Thriller Writers, written by journalist and crime novelist Linda L. Richards.  Take a look at the ITW link.

Terminator: Salvation

Is there a tripod shortage in Hollywood?  Should we take up a collection?

Wondering...

If Sonia Sotomayor is unintelligent and racist, as her critics claim, why doesn't she have her own show on Fox News?