
Pre-dawn


Mr. Cool



Once upon a time, when cars had wings, you hopped in the driver’s seat, rolled down your window, spread your wings, and flew down the open road without your hair being whipped into a tangle. You could spit out your window and splat the windshield behind you instead of having it blown back in your face. Those days are gone — or are they?

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