The sky was like this photo taken at dawn: cloudy and cold. We had light rain most of the day and the balloons did not fly.
It was as cold as hell inside on October 1st. It was colder than hell inside today, a week later.
Sasha thought we should have been running the heat on the deck today.
Wile E. Coyote: “I say, I say, there now. You’re bothering me, boy!”
The clouds were breaking up at sunset, but more storm clouds were moving in.
Hey Mr. Flicker! You’re no duck of any color!
Hey! What do you think you’re doing? The balloon officials said we are not supposed to fly this morning.
Even though it was a no-fly morning, this King Fisher went flying by.
Dawn
Taboo
“Where’d ya get the hat?”
Spunku
Renaissance? I go
Medieval on your hiney
Lay terms? “Kick Your Butt”
Well before dawn, protodawn, predawn
Dawn
The Moom on September 13, 14, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, and 21.
*I have no idea if either of the dancers is named Dakota, but their dancing and the Faire reminded me of the line “Dance, dance, Dokato dance…” in Dakota the Dancing Bear, Part II by David Allen Coe. It’s a great song, well worth a listen.
Dawn
Afternoon storm
Riding the storm out
Moon vortex
Dusk
Night Skies
Dawn
Assassin Bug on Sunflower
Somewhere in Nowhere
Dusk
Moon at 98.8% full of itself
Veteran’s Honor with morning glories at sunrise.
Spunk lounging in the morning rays.
Silver
Day Lily with Morning Glory
Gwendolyn and Spunk were not happy with the camera in their faces.
Vavoom
Off Center & Not Even 