We haven’t had a dishwasher in years. Now we have a Dogo-Matic Dishwasher.
One flew over the Sandhill Cranes
Belafonte having a bit of Cranberry Walnut Bread with a decaf coffee chaser.
Spunk and catnip with DarkCat in the corner.
The landing
Silver
Ducks fly over Venus as the Tangle Heart Tree looks on
Marble
Geese and cranes looking north.
A trinity of cats
Volcano under yellow @ dusk
Smirk like Kirk
Eye see!
Hear evil dawg, See evil dawg. Say, “Eat cheez!”
I.C. More
One cool cat
Venus
New Spunk Art
There was a fish cloud at 4:00 pm.
By 5:30 pm, there was not a cloud in sight.
The cheese is free
Cranes wading @ dusk
Pre-dawn
Marble: “Why hasn’t that pathetic, lame-brained paparazzo put out any cheez for us?”
Silver: “¡Callate, Marble! Show some respect to the poor old paparazzo. He’s a little slow these days.”
Silver: “Hear me, oh Lord. I thank you for kicking our old paparazzo in the pants, reminding him to give us cheez.”
Loki: “You are such a drama queen, Silver! The old, half-wit paparazzo does not look impressed!”
Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree at Sunrise surrounded by Rebeecca’s Black Bamboo.
Blue ice in abstractia
Have you ever had an urge to stick your tongue on a frosted pipe?
Spunk Marble and Jake. The first time Spunk and Marbled dared to stay in the same room with Jake for more and a few passing seconds.
Cranes in the field at sunset
The cranes flew over to the Rio Grande to roost.
NCC 1701 disguised as a cloud hovering over the Sandias at Sunset.
Dawn
What’s that old adage, “Red sky at morning shepherds take warning”?
We had light snow most of the day. Jake and I went for a long walk in the snow this afternoon. Jake loves the cold and wet.
We visited the cranes
The Tangle Heart Tree and fellow cottonwoods
“Are you going to eat that cheez, Glenda?” “Not with you staring at it like a crazed cheezhead, Sasha!”
You can sort of see the snow falling.
Shey’s Tree
Where’d the Sandias go?
Light snow in the headlights. Click to enlarge.
Da dynamic duo doing Duo — lingo, that is.
Late breaking news. The neighbor’s tree is on fire once again. The snow is bowing the tree’s branches into the powerline. Fortunately, it’s the highline, so there is less chance of it causing a power outage.
Looks a little like Christmas.
Only one fire crew is left watching the fire. The other firemen had to respond to more fires. Wet conditions should keep the fire from spreading further into the tree. The firemen will not attempt to extinguish the fire because they could be electrocuted.
WARNING! You may find the above video’s music and content disturbing.
Wañusqakunamanta*
By Timothy Price
Sacrificed
To the gods
Drown in the madness of his name
Smell of the dead
And their sins
Of the dead and their sins
Of the dead and their sins
Take me, take me on a boat to see Arkos
I can’t feel the sea on Arkos
Embrace the truth
And shake us free
Make us free to rise in the end
Meet a person
Of great heart
In custody to persevere
But the devil’s in the way
Yes, the devil’s in the way
Why’s the devil’s in the way
He digs down to the core
To the flesh
And
To the bones
V for Venus
Cranes couldn’t care less
Osric Owl doesn’t give a hoot
Sandias @ the Beach
*Wañusqakunamanta is “Of the Dead” in Quechua. I have been working on the song for a long time. Originally named Weird DST, I wrote the song intending to use it for my 2024 Daylight Savings Time protest song. The idea behind the asynchronization between the metered drums and bass and the unmetered guitar was to simultaneously feel in and out of time. I tried to make the lyrics as strange as the music. I didn’t post it on DST this year because I didn’t finish it in time for the time change. Given the state of the election, I took another look at the song and decided I might as well use it to make a statement about the 2024 election.
Pre-dawn
Cranes @ Dusk
Daddy Owl in the dark
Gwendolyn
Dusky reflections
Canadian Geese Squadron
Afterglow
Off Center & Not Even 