Worm Moon at Dawn
Cranes flying up north from down south are passing through.
“What’s this uppity women from the Middle Ages stuff? What about uppity middle-aged cats from the here and now? I’m going to go medieval on that paper!”
Sunset
Beaver in the pink
Cranes that flew from down south, on the way north, roosting at 4th of July Point for the night.
Clouds tried to hold onto the Bloody Worm Moon
But it slipped through the clouds
Dawn
Cloud skullduggery
The river is down. The cranes are out!
Silver
Sunset
What’s the mystery shot of?
Where cranes once foraged
A lone duck stood reflecting in the shallows
Silence pushed against the current
Winter yawned while preparing her bed
Spring stirred under leafy covers
Dreaming colors that wait her awakening
Dawn
Who might the mistery kitty be?
Beeing like spring
Loki
Mama Taratula finally got here
The Worm Moon rising.
At 4:30 tomorrow morning MDT, there will be a full, bloody eclipse of the moon. If I wake up around 4:00 a.m., I’ll go out and see what I can see of it. The moon will be close to the horizon when it is fully eclipsed at 4:30, so I might not be able to see it through the trees.
The cranes left before the worm moon rose.
Dusk
The Worm Moon melting an alien
Twilight
Snow Moon at twilight
Ice illuminated by the Snow Moon
Dawn
Glenda
Sunset
Dusk
Silver: “Hey, Paparazzo! What does it take for a kitty to get some shut-eye around here?”
Neither hither nor thither
Over hill nor dale had he come
To be found lying face down
In a state of perpetual dither
Scooped up into the nether
He was lost
But on the fourth day
He fell back to earth
Dropped by the ether
Under the influence
Of a blue moon
So bright
What’s one to do?
Other than continue the saga
Of Scoopy on a frozen beach
Waiting a spring thaw
Glenda
Glenda, again
The moon and Jupiter were close last night.
It drained all the energy from Spunk’s tail to stand by the cat door the night before last. He had to charge his tail again last night.
The moon shining through the window at 4:00 in the morning
We got a pair of pink tarantulas to send to Tristan for Valentine’s Day.
The big tarantula is really big and cuddly
Spunk was helping with boxing the tarantulas and weighing the package so I could create a shipping label.
You’re knocking it over, and you’re going to squish Belafante!
“I squished Belefonte? Now, way, Ese! You’re pulling my tail!”
“You couldn’t have done it without my help!”
“Come on, Paparazzo and Silver! Let me have a break after packing those tarantulas!”
Crane tracks. Cluck! Cluck!
Daddy Owl in the tree just south of our deck.
Midnight
Marble
Genda
Cheese line
Spunk
Loki
A Cat 5 doing Sun and Socks
Sunset
Under the scrub brush
Bashful bosque bunny hides
Peek! Boo! I see you!
While I was looking for some old photos for Tristan, I came across three of the weird sign photos I took when I was studying Geography and Photography at the university.
Me driving a tractor before I learned to walk
When I tell people I learned to drive before I learned to walk, they think I’m bat guano crazy and full of kitty kaka.
Cold moon setting
December’s Cold Moon woke me up shining through the window in the wee hours of the morning.
Cold Moon looked warm setting through the clouds
The rivers is up about two feet from last week
Off Center & Not Even 