Sandias and Rio Grande at noon
Glenda
Marble the camo kitting dirtbagging. Click on her photos to enlarge.
Sasha enjoying a pleasant afternoon
Felines & Flowers
Category: Bosque
Dirtbag
Moon at dawn
Sasha heard our nephew is a “Dirtbag,” and she thought that sounded great and got all dirty in solidarity. Our nephew drives around the country Bouldering, a type of rock climbing.
Sasha refilling to bring more leaves and dirt into the house.
Sasha can be clean and cute.
Partly cloudy, on the warm side of cool (73ºF, 22.8ºC), and windy this afternoon.
The United Colors Of Worm Moon
Brûlé
Burned Bosque
Nobody Expects The Double Timku!
Steel Panther Coffee
While making floor plans color
Workin’ and playin’
Sweet potatoes sag
With skin like an elephant
Or like sun-baked boobs
Blow Me Down
The wind started blowing hard at 8:00 PM last night and didn’t let up until 7:00 PM this evening.
A wave of clouds crashing over the Sandias this evening.
“Hey, Paparazzo! We need the jug topped off!”
“Know you don’t, Silver!”
“Hey! What’s up with you, Loki?”
“Oh Lord, hear my prayer. May Loki do a little choki!”
“Keep looking the other way, Loki!”
“Hahahaha! You got your tongue stuck, Silver?”
A B CD
Ahead
Behind
Cat Drinking
Another Great Standoff
Mostly blue skies all day.
“Put down that camera and top off the jug, Paparazzo!”
The great jug standoff.
I thought this was a cute little Tit, but my Bird ID said it’s a Canyon Towhee.
“I see you don’t know your Tits from a Towhee! Stupid Paparazzo!”
“It’s like, Duh!”
Plum blossoms.
Honeybee on plum blossoms
One of many tree roots of all evil lying in wait to trip people running in the bosque was calling Brian’s name. “¿Dónde está Brian? ¡Ven y tropieza conmigo!”
The Stragglers
Dawn
Noon
Afternoon
Bloomin’ Blooms
No cranes
A lone crane flew in
Can you find the lone crane in this photo?
It’s on the rocks!
No red on the Sandias tonight
A gang of scrawny-looking teenagers at Fourth of July Point. They probably fell behind and were left on their own to make their way north.
Five cranes flew over the teenage crane’s cuckoo’s nest
Sunset
pTerodactyl in the Twilight
Walk This Way
Half moon in Susan’s Tree at dawn.
Fewer cranes tonight and more teenage-sized cranes.
“Okay, Kidz! Walk this way!”
Things were ducky at sunset.
Off Center & Not Even 