Sasquatch Sees the Sorry State of the Scoop Shovel

Twilight

His shadow waned with the moon
As Sasquatch surveyed changes from yesterday’s yawn
He pitied the sorry state of the scoop shovel
Alone and cold on unscoopable sand, cursed by old Jack Frost
A portal opened, and he walked through to the other side
To his land unknown by humans stuck in 3D
Leaving the scoop shovel to its fate
Meanwhile, Osric courted Nora
Hooting sweet nothings in her feathery ear
Time to work on this year’s brood
Love at twilight. Dawn blushed!

Marble: “Can I lick sweet nothings in your ear, Spunk?”

Black laced trees under a wintery sky

Through the looking glass, Sasha dreams of going down a rabbit hole

Light snow falls on the Sandias at dusk

25 thoughts on “Sasquatch Sees the Sorry State of the Scoop Shovel

  1. A beautiful assortment of photos, Tim, especially the cats and owls. I am looking forward to this years owlets. That is a very nice photo of Marble cleaning Spunk.

  2. Wow, wonderful photographs. The one where it looks like a tunnel through the trees is amazing. I love the cats, the birds and the gorgeous sky. Wow. Fabulous post.

  3. And so ends this story of Sasquatch… for now.

    I love the paintings – I mean, photos. Gorgeous. The shovel, the portal… just gorgeous.

    And yay! The owls are a-courting!

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