Today is Laurie’s birthday and the second day of the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta with a mass ascension.
Blooms in covered window light
Reds greens blues yellows
Like white starfish petaled wings
White stamen waiting
Native bees being bees
The black-tailed Bee Fly was back
I brought my guitar stool out into the dance room for Laurie to try it out to see what height stool we needed to order for her to use at school. Sasha was really digging on it so I left it out for her to hangout on. But then Spunk couldn’t resist, and started eating the stool. So now there are several torn places on the seat. Spunk has to be one of the most destructive cats I have ever known.
“Whaddya talking about? Who? Moi? Me! ¿Me? Fi? Mise? Μου? Mij? Mir? मैं? Мне? Resa’s sweet little ‘Spunky Poo💋’? Do I look the the type who would eat a guitar stool?” YES!!!!!
“Oh wow, man! Like there’s some really heavy hallucinogens in that catnip! It’s like I can see strawberry catnip fields forever!”
I thought there would be a really good, colorful sunset out of these clouds last night. It didn’t happen. Everything turned gray. I think Gwendolyn’s catnip hallucinations confiscated all of the strawberry color out of the sky to color her forever strawberry catnip fields.
Native bee foraging in a sunflower
Heavenly happenings for sunsets gone by
River Shark reflecting in the Rio Grande
Mermaid out of water wilts
Søren. I know you tell the cats to “STOP” all the time and they don’t listen to you. What makes you think they can read?
Silver caught Cator Mortis from Loki. Glenda is the black cat in the foreground in the middle picture.
Moon at sunset
Caw of the wild. I think this is a whiny juvenile crow.
These flowers grow from bulbs. They are like a cross between a Shasta Daisy and a sunflower.
A fine end to the day
Fat chem trail at dawn
Sunflowers look inviting
New Bee Fly in town