Remnants of a thunderstorm that hammered us with 0.41 inches of rain in 30 minutes yesterday afternoon. So far we have received 0.82 inches of rain this July. That is exactly 0.82 inches more rain than we got last July.
Sunday’s Sunrise
Holy Pholage of Silver and Sasha. “100% Guaranteed Performance”
Lonesome Sunflower
Glenda
Sunset
Halloween in July
A perro in the sky
Cumulonimbus like marangue on a pie
While cat watched a mouse
Clouds gathered rolling thunder
Sunset in the rain
Walking in the wilds
Braved the winds to shoot the clouds
A cuddle of cows
Mystery of the Masonic apple cores
Sunrise
Titmouses: “Who are you calling ‘Tufted Tits?’ Poofy Paparazzo of penurious perception! Are we even Titmouses?”
Paparazzo: “I’m simply being alliterate and making a clever title. You look close enough to Tufted Titmouses with your tufts down for the titillating title, and a pair of cute birds like yourselves (Tits or not) are always popular. Plus, if people think they are going to see a pair of Tufted Tits, curiosity will generate lots of clicks! So there’s no need to get your mousies in a muddle.”
Titmouses: “Well. I guess we can’t argue with the logic behind your questionable title and advertising for clicks. But you’re still a poofy Paparazzo of penurious perception!”
Paparazzo: “Talking about alliterate!”
Shey’s Tree and moon
Another moon in the Tangle Heart Tree
Dusk
Sunrise
Spunk wired
Rio Grande making like a Low Rider and running low and slow.
Sunset
Half moon in the Tangle Heart Tree
Geyser at sunrise. I turned the water on before 6:00 am this morning. When I went out to check on it, I had a geyser in one of the hoses. I spiced it after I took the photo.
I used to do wheelies on my motorcycles. Now that I’m old…
Beeing yellow
Loki: “I see you’re worshipping your Sunday socks on Sunday!”
Paparazzo: “Huh? Sunday socks? Worshipping?”
Loki: “They have holes in them. Don’t you call things with holes in them ‘Holy?’ Do you not worship holy things on Sundays?”
Paparazzo: “Loki! I’m simply hanging up my laundry.”
Loki: “Oh? Laundry? Like in Dirty Laundry? Wait a minute. Where did it go? Are you hiding your dirty laundry?”
Tyronnosøren Wrecks
The USB ports went out in one of our Intel MacBook Pros. While I was at the Apple Store’s Genius Bar getting the MacBook Pro diagnosed, Laurie got a demo of the Apple Vision Pro. She said they are really cool and amazing.
Synchronized napping
Moon through clouds
Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.
Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”
Breast Cancer Rose
Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”
Line of cats
Thunderstorm
Sliver Moon in a V.
Spider Lily
Cheese line
Bloody knife
Clouds at noon
Looking south
Birds on wires
Off Center & Not Even 