I need to get through the photos of the desert part of our trip before I can move on to my record-breaking dog petting day, and the marriage proposal… and some other interesting things… so here are a bunch of pictures of desert sunsets. Many of these were taken by my younger daughter, Mollie, who is quite artistic and has an eye for capturing the world around her with a camera. I won’t interrupt the photos with words… I don’t think words can add anything to these pictures.
Pouring My Art Out 
Well, yes… thanks for thinking about that…I just got carried away by the beauty of your phographs…I will put the cyanide capsule away for the time being.
No sense rushing into these things.
You really should take up photography professionally. You are very good at it. Those pictures just scream postcard! As a matter of fact I feel like screaming just looking at them. I sure wish I could have been there, heck, I would have spent forty days and nights in the desert to be there. . But alas I could not, mostly because there would have been nobody to scoop the cats litter box.But don’t feel bad, I’m used to being excluded from everything.. I’ll just have to see a psychiatrist now because those pictures were so beautiful I feel like I just might use that cyanide capsule I’ve been saving for just an occasion. If I’m dead by tomorrow…don’t cry for me…just go into the desert and play your guitar and sing ‘Storms’ for me by Fleetwood Mac.And light a candle. (A propane torch will do fine if that’s all you have) I want to be cremated, So make sure my family doesn’t go against my wishes. I’m counting on you to step in for me so that my body will be handled according to me wishes…So long cruel world I will miss you all…
I will try to at least wait until you are actually dead before setting fire to you…