On yet another Damp Gray May Afternoon I walked across the Uplands noticing a Few New Flowers and Big Clouds Rolling over the Cold War Nuclear Bomb Bunkers and the Newish LES Power Poles, then Down into the Middle Draw past the Grove of Slender Middle-aged Cottonwoods where the Springs and Streams were Really Flowing. Nearby, over in the Big South Draw, is the Home of Old Grandmother Cottonwood. I first made Photographs of this Magnificent Tree in the 1980s. She and I are probably about the Same Age. And we Both have a Bit of Damage to Show for it. But this Wet Spring and all the Lush Green Foliage is Good for the Spirit and the Flesh…