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
The moon dancing around in line with Pullox and Castor. A jetline on the left, Jupiter on the right.
A few stars
What’s El Vato checking out?
Did you guess?
Loki iridescenting it the sunshine
Spunk tried to be iridescent. Fail!
While we were out in the garden, Spunk brought his tail out and blessed the deck.
Loki
Fuzzy moon
Sunset
A two-headed Gooseness monster in a sea of red.
Red hue at dusk
The moon and Jupiter partnered up to square dance with Castor and Pollux last night.
Sunrise
Scoopy’s view of the cranes at sunrise
Loki and Silver
Loki being off center and not even
Spunk blessed the new baby Tarantula with his tail. Mama Tarantula is on her way.
Twilight
Discovered at dawn
Acronymphomania
Scratched in the beach sand
It’s like the cranes are in a sauna when it’s a devilishly cold -6.66º C (20º F) outside.
Glenda, Silver and Sasha by Laurie.
Beckoned by Twilight, the Sirens called
“Come to the island with frozen sand
You can walk on water, sweet voices sang
The river is down, and the current runs thin…”
With my ears verily tortured, I nearly took the plunge
Deluged by temptations, as the Sirens’ songs were sung
“Think of the photos from the frozen sand
Surrounded by water that moseys along
Reflecting the moonlight like polished glass
Come to us! Come to us! Come to us! Come…”
Curious coyote
Dragon kitty
Spunk: “What’s this sick Sirens’ songs sung stupidity you’re spewing, Paparazzo? You know you can’t walk on water. Trying to take some funky photos surrounded by water while standing on frozen sand is not worth drowning for. Besides, if you end up as a bottom feeder in the Rio Grande, who’s going to feed me?”
Another Twilight
Cranes in the shallows
Waining Snow Moon reflecting on iced river
Il Paparazzo’s long shadow from the waning Snow Moon waked Scoopy from his slumber on the frozen beach.
Scoopy gave Jake a hug! ♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2 = Shovels (spades) need love, too!
Mist on the river. It was 22º F (-5.6º C) this morning.
Black-laced tree at the Winter Moon. Black-laced tree at dusk.
Spunk, Gwendolyn and Silver
Daddy Owl
Off Center & Not Even 