When it comes to fingernails, Oriana nails it.
Spunk: “Whoa! Those Keratins are like totally Alpha! Are those nails like Sick, or What? They reek of total destruction, and what destruction I could wreak with those nails! I want nails like that.”
The artwork that Oriana paints on her nails is impressive. She works in the tiniest details. Oriana is our data analyst. She is also working on a degree in business.
Sasha: “AAAAaaaaahhhhh! Keep those nails away from me!”
Dawn
Resa’s Tree at Sunrise with greens, golds, and browns.
We encountered Sir Smokey Kitty in the Castle of Gwendolyn the Faire. Her castle is truly over the hills and far away from where we live.
In the 14th century, Gwendolyn the Faire would have invited up to 10,000 people to her banquets. The Erbolate (Herbed Eggs) required around 11,000 eggs to prepare. In these time-warped days where medieval traditions fall out of the wrinkles, Gwendolyn the Faire only had to feed 30 medievalists. It was still quite a feat, and the preparation of the courses was masterful.
Bottles from medieval wine, ale, and mead. The menu. The cookbook used for the medieval courses.
Goblets waiting and whining for wine. The food was excellent and consumed with pleasure. A mix of modern and medieval.
Resa’s Tree with cranes at sunset.
Cranes glow at sunset.
Dawn
Smokey Kitty is very sweet when the Paparazzo is not bugging him.
After nearly two months with zero precipitation, I woke up to the sound of rain falling. We got 0.17 of an inch of rain. At the office we had rain mixed with snow, and there was a dusting of snow in the foothills.
Dawn
Closer looks
Sunset in the flood control channel
Venus and the Moon lined up at dawn.
Resa’s Tree
Gigi’s Tree
Teagan’s Trees
Dawn. Venus was still bright.
Reminiscent of nights gone by
Once again, riding in the dark
Eyes shine ahead
Coyotes and cows are split
By a sharp beam of light
Scamper into darkness
Only owls break the silence
As cold air rolls off the mountains
Splashing over the levee
Drenched in frigid air
Consumed by darkness
Sagebrush, cottonwood, and Jupiter rising.
Cottonwoods reach down and grab at you in the dark.
Light from a creature or spirit up ahead.
Dusk with lots of colorful particulate in the air.
A new dawn on Mountain Standard Time
A Study In Red†
A moon or a melon?
A change in water level.
The pTerodactyl’s watering hole on October 19th, October 25th, and November 6th.
†Laurie holding a garter snake she rescued from the cats.
Wearing red? How passé
Devil wants to devour
Resa’s Tree at dusk
A god? An Angel? The Son of Man?
Contrail connects cubist clouds.
A happy kitty that might be a stray.
Late this afternoon, Glenda was at the bay window in the kitchen, meowing and growling. I looked out to see what the problem was. There was a tabby cat between a rose bush and the fence. I went out and talked to the kitty, but it acted like it was going to run away. I went back inside for thirty minutes, went back out, and the kitty was still there in the low evening light. I sat down on a large pot and started talking to it again. It started coming toward me, but stopped to do a bit of grooming. Then it started walking over to me but stopped about ten feet away, turned to the left, walked to a patch of bare dirt, and started rolling around, acting playful. It never got any closer to me. I brought out some food and water, and it ate the food.
when I processed the photos, it looked like the kitty might have a skin condition of some type. It looks like a fancy cat with its swirling patterns. I’ll see if it comes back, and I can win over its trust so I can see what its fur is like and take it to the vet for treatment if needed.
Enough! The show is over.
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