
Twilight Dawn


Bosque Bunny in the dim light of almost dawn


Determined cranes at dusk


Vato Kitty is convalescing at Laurie’s parents’ house after sustaining some serious wounds from fighting.





I showed some riders how to get to the river bed on their horses.


Jake trying to catch a little shade.

“Hey, Paparazzo! What did you do with that roadrunner you shot yesterday?”
“Look out! He’s Right behind you!”


“Talk to the tail! Stupid paparazzo!”


Dragon Tree


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.





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.
