Not a cloud in the sky
Jake and I ran into a sassy Roadrunner on our afternoon walk.
He stopped to sun himself for a few minutes.
Ready to pounce
Jake tried on the lost shoe to see if, by chance, he was Dogerella!
Cranes foraging on the edge of the bosque
Twilight Dawn
6 eyes, 8 ears
Dusk
Cranes at dawn
Dawn
On a pilgrimage
From Germany came to see
Scoopy on the beach
Sunset offered more color than dawn.
We’ve had high winds the last two days that have blown most of the dried leaves off of Resa’s Wolf Tree.
The wind did not blow away the color at twilight this morning.
The goose thought the old paparazzo wouldn’t see it if it stuck its head in the water!
Glenda
Fewer leaves on Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunset than were there at twilight.
Fuzzy mountains from the dust
Cranes flew by fast with the tailwind.
The cranes hovered in the wind when they were coming in for landing.
The wind blew away Dawn’s color
Buddy giving the old pesky paparazzo a “Squint like Clint” look. “Go ahead, punk! Make my day!”
There was a little more color at sunset.
A silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy
The silver-haired Sasquatch was hanging ten before he went for a weird balance to hang five. SHS and Scoopy were defying gravity.
Coyote: “That silver-haired Sasquatch is a weirdo!”
The cats don’t care about no stinking silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy!
The sandias were orange tonight.
Jake turned 9 today. For some reason, I thought he would be turning 7, but no. He is 9, and old man like me. He got to sleep in for his birthday. We had leftover pizza for breakfast. Jake got the pizza bones (the crust) after his regular breakfast. We went out for our morning walk at noon.
We walked down to the beach, and Scoopy took Jake for a scoop on the wet sand.
Then Jake claimed his own island in the middle of the Rio Grande.
He made a couple of laps around the beach in celebration of his island.
Jake was a little dirty, a little tired, but satisfied with his birthday celebration on the beach. The rest of our walk was uneventful.
On our evening walk, Jake romped with a miniature Austrian Shepherd and made a new Japanese friend.
Dusk
Daddy Owl hooted “Happy Birthday, Jake” from the top of a tree.
Dusk sky
Sunrise on VD
Besides making a great name for a rock band, Love & VD seemed an appropriate title for VD. The popularity of both in 2026 may be in question as fewer people have been hooking up and shacking up in recent years. For old, married folk, there is plenty of romance to be found in a heart-shaped pizza!
Jake and I walked through a tangled tunnel of love with pink markers this morning, and ran into…
The cranes were not in a loving mood
Jake found himself with a river to the left of him, bosque on the right. There he was, stuck in the middle with tree.
Does anyone remember “Tunnel Of Love” by Dire Straights?
“BIG YAWN! That’s what I think about Love & VD. There’s no way I can love a dawg, especially not a Virtual Dawg!”
We ran into a sweet Bernese Mountain Dog on our evening walk.
The Sandias were a nice VD red at sunset
Glenda
Loki
Gwendolyn
Silver
Spunk
Gooseness monster
Scoopy and Jake watched Twilight awaken Dawn
She blushed as coyotes made love under the sliver moon
Daddy owl gave a hoot, like his opinion mattered
Cranes whispered soft clucks, while the geese murmured nonsense
Incomprehensible discussions in the waning darkness
A big ‘ol jet airliner almost clipped the moon
Geese got bunched up in the corner of my viewfinder
Pink and purple clouds separated orange from blue
Marble slept through it all
Sunset
Off Center & Not Even 