At The Beach

Not a cloud in the sky

Cranes playing on the beach on the other side of the river.

Jake intermission

Downy Woodpecker

Mars bottom of the photo. The Pleiades in the upper middle. Kiss Flying V below the Pleiades.

No Fly

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

Bunny Log

Hare date 8-15 in the blessed year of our mother goddess Freyja two-thousand twenty-two. The human who walks around shooting everyone with a Bazooka was trying to irrigate. After the water that came flooding in, and forced me out of my culvert, stopped, the bazooka-wielding Paparazzo walked out to the Acequia Madre and discovered the water had stopped running in the mother ditch. Word had it that the giant diesel pumps up north that fill the Acequia Madre from the Rio Grande went south, so now il Paparazzo has to finish irrigating in the wee hours of the morning under the crescent smile of Máni.

¡Adios muchachos y muchachas!