Cold Color

February 3, 2022 Timothy Price54 Comments

9ºF (-12.8ºC) at Dawn

Tommy Towhee puffed at 17ºF (-8.3ºC)

Crow and Clouds

Sunset at 17ºF (-8.3ºC) looking north on the levee

A bit of cold color through the trees looking west

Sliver moon at dusk

An interesting landing tonight and a crane with great balance.

Snow

February 2, 2022February 3, 2022 Timothy Price83 Comments

We had our first snowstorm of the year. We have about four inches of snow so far and it’s down to 20ºF (-6.7ºC) as I write. It’s supposed to get into the single digits by morning.

Cindy’s Santa Cynthia tree. Shey’s Tree. Holly’s Tangle Heart Tree.

Christine’s Tree. Gabriela’s, Teagan’s, Gigi’s, and Susan’s Trees. Lavinia’s Tree with Rebecca’s Black Bamboo on the right.

Susan’s Tree. Tiffany’s Tree. Gigi’s Tree.

Resa’s Tree. Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree surrounded by Rebecca’s Black Bamboo. Dale’s Peachtree.

Birds feeding on the seeds of the grasses we leave through the winter.

The cranes don’t look very happy in the snow.

pTerodactyl with ducks. Daddy Owl. Cranes in the Rio Grande in the snow.

Spat

February 1, 2022 Timothy Price49 Comments

While the crows flew along their highway from nowhere to somewhere, a couple of cranes had a spat.

The forecast is for snow. Let’s see what happens.

Catnipping

January 30, 2022 Timothy Price53 Comments

Laurie picked catnip for the kitties while she was out for one of her hourly step goals. Gwendolyn was like a kitty demon eating her sprig of catnip.

I went out to see if I could get a glimpse of the last sliver moon at dawn. I got clouds and color instead.

The sunset tonight was not as colorful as sunrise was this morning.

Three different exposures and slightly different views of a very clear Saturday night before the clouds rolled in.

Last Day Of Retrograde

January 29, 2022 Timothy Price64 Comments

Today is the last day of Venus in retrograde. If you’ve been having issues with relationships, beauty, love, money, and values over the past six weeks, things should start to change. The moon and Venus rose close to the same time this morning, and the owls were in Susan’s tree having a bit of hanky panky at the first light of dawn. I noticed overly excited, simultaneous hooting, saw a lot of flapping of wings in my peripheral vision on Susan’s tree, looked over, and got a photo of the last wing flap before the male flew off, leaving the female to watch the dawn.