
Minimal dawn

Geese @ dawn

Flycatcher catching flies on the fly.

Flycatcher looking for more flies to catch on the fly.

Reflecting while on the fly to catch more flies.

Gwendolyn: “Stick ’em up Paparazzo!”

Sunset

pTerodactyl flyies into pink

A drove of ducks at dawn

No clouds crack of dawn

How many prompts can AI respond to, before we think we know what is true? The answer my friend is blowin on the web, the answer is blowing on the web!

Hahahaha! Blowing on the web! AI? We don’t need no stinking AI! DN (dog nose) can give you much better intelligence!

Lingering clouds at dusk

Dawn




“Will someone Pulease turn off the sun, already?”

Sunrise



The Ghoulies are a creepin’ and a crawlin’ into the stores to creep people out on their build up to Halloween. And the weeks, days, hours, minutes and secconds are flying by as folks anticipate the hallowed haunt before dia de los muertos.
There are only 11 shopping weeks left before Halloween. Or
77 days or
1848 hours or
110,880 minutes or
6,652,800 seconds.
Time flies like the bats, as they say, so don’t procrastinate, or you will miss out on the creepy, crawling ghouls of your dreams.

Sunset


Dawn



Tres patos amigos

A sad beaver at dawn. He had to crawl in the shallow water.

Sunrise over Sandias

Loki was doing hammock yoga





“A penny for your thoughts, Jake!”

“Huh? Uh, uh? Oh! I don’t have no stinking thoughts!

“I’ll give you my thoughts for a buck, Paparazzo!” “Hmmm! I don’t think so, Spunk! I know what you’re thinking.”

Dusk
