Pigeons don’t approve
Of me moving from downtown
They miss my sermons
Oh! Crap!
Quick Change Sky
On July 4, 2021, the first was taken at 8:13 pm, the last photo was taken at 8:27 pm, and the other three at times between.
Hummers
Flowers Between Brushes & Pieces of Rainbow
The Goatlet Next Door
The thunderheads building up in the west were taking after Resa’s Tree.
Our neighbor’s goat had a goatlet (kid). The photos in the gallery below were taken this afternoon. The goatlet was 26 hours old when I took the photos. Click on a photo in the gallery for a slideshow.
Laurie holding the goatlet shows how little or big it is for a 26 hour old goatlet
The above video is of thunderheads dancing. Turn up the volume and enjoy the show.
The painter was in a lavender/gray, blue and white mood for the sunset tonight. Looking west.
Sunset looking east.
Sunsets & Cotton
Bright red on the Sandias last night.
Cotton light up by the setting sun.
Golden glow and specs of cotton as the suns sits on the horizon.
Fluffy cotton thunderheads.
Cotton floating in front of the trees.
Tonight’s sunset looking west from the levee.
The red was muted on the Sandias tonight.
Green Eyed Lady
Green Eyed Lady. Lovely Lady.
Clouds spilling over the crest of the Sandias.
Gary Grasshopper listening to a course on the New Testament while riding to and from work with me.
The Beetle is singing “I love you! Yah! Yah! Yah!”
View from the Rio Grande looking south.
Our lovely green eyed lady again.
A Crab Spider caught a Pearl Crescent butterfly.
Gary Grasshopper enjoying being ran through the gears
The sunset looking east.
The sun trying to break through the clouds in the west.
Harry Harrier
Harry Harrier, a Harrier Hawk, was zooming back and forth above me at dusk.
Kitten Bowl & Cattiness
Gwendolyn and Glenda
Sasha
Spunk eats new bra
Marble
Silver
Spunk
Frumpy Man
Frumpy Man
Music: Emerson, Lake and Palmer
Lyrics: Timothy Price
He had black mittens
And lawn chairs by the shore
All made of rattan
In red crushed velour
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
White face, skin weathered
A few hairs on his head
Drove an AMC Pacer
In autumn red
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
He liked to roast smores
On a candle while he sang
No honor, no glory
No women what a shame
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
With a Bud Light beside him
He brooded as he sighed
A gutter-ball had cursed him
Into last place, he did slide
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Off Center & Not Even 