Big Sky Calling is an instrument piece I wrote and finished recording this morning.
Category: Sunset
Happy New Year!

New Year’s Timku
Happy twenty-three
Hope you keep your flame burning
Prosper and be free
New Year’s Spunku
Will things go to pot?
Black-eyed peas will help us through
See in twenty-three



The last moon of 2022

Cranes flying on the Crow highway




Landing gears down

Large bird in the clouds



Moon, clouds, contrails, and Tangle Heart Tree

In-coming



Roadrunner in the clouds

Fuzzy moon over Shey’s tree

Crossing beaks for a great 2023
Merry Corrales Coyote Christmas!

Coyote posing for me in the early morning cold
Timku
Coyote stands proud
A Corrales Christmas Card
Merry Christmas, All!

Cats left to right: Sasha, Gwendolyn, Glenda, Marble, Silver, Spunk, and Loki.
Collabku
Cow cats Christmas Eve
Pigging down expensive treats
Happy for awhile

Spunk
Spunku
Christmas wrappers lie
Kitties rest, play, tell the truth
Cats love Christmastime

Marble and Spunk
I’m taking a break from my break to do a Christmas post. Merry Coyote Christmas! Happy Catmas! Merry Christmas!

Christmasku
Christmas contrail hangs
Reindeer emissions spreading
Supercharging sleigh
Fiery Skies Deceive
Again
Frozen Dawn
Sunsets Will Make Due
Peekaboo I See You
A Different View

I haven’t taken photos of the Sandias from the north end of Corrales in a long time. The Sandias were particularly rugged looking in the light of the setting sun this afternoon.

Sunset looking south from the north end of Corrales.



When I got home, the sun had set and the clouds were pink and red.
A Bonus Birdie



I also found this Dark-eyed Junco sitting on the path. I reached down to see if it would fly and it hopped onto my finger. It was alert, but it refused to fly. I tried to put it on a branch in the black bamboo, but it kept hopping back in my hand. I looked under its wings and inspected its body. I did not see any injuries. I took it inside and showed it to Laurie, then I walked down to the infinite shed of doom with the Junco still perched on my finger to get a bird cage to put it in for the night. I figured if it wasn’t going to fly, a cage would be a safe place for it to recover from whatever was keeping it from flying. It stayed on my finger inside the infinite shed of doom while I scrounged around in the dark looking for a cage. I finally found a cage, walked back outside, showed the cage to the Junco, and asked it if it wanted to spend the night in the cage in the house. At that point, I think it decided it couldn’t deal with the cage and flew away. I was relieved to see it fly.
























