Spunk and Glenda
Just saying there, Spunk
How did you get in that box?
I can’t say for sure
The Boxer
Tag: Art
Labored on Labor Day
Dawn
Labored on Labor Day
And wore out the Spunk
Cleaning, organizing
And throwing out junk
Recovered the bench press
And Hung up the bikes
New Naugahyde stretched
And paw prints delight
Spunk, Silver and Glenda
Iceberg
Sunset
S L S
Pre-dawn. Venus is to the right of Resa’s Tree.
A baby Bullsnake on Snakey Lick Sunday
Pre-dawn. The moon and Jupiter among whipped cream clouds.
Colorful Dawn
Who you callin’ silly?
A Box Turtle I moved off the road.
Daddy Owl
Sunset
SM@S
Sunflowers, Moon @ Sunrise
Morning Glory
Sunset
“Do I dare to eat a peach?”
Dawn
Silver considers The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
“Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?”
Ninety-nine point eight percent last night and this morning. The persistence of the August Blue Moon.
Sunset
Poltergeists On Pogo Sticks
Bouncing through the night
Poltergeists on Pogo sticks
Happy flashing by
Seven Bars
A different view of the Sandias
Crash & Burn
Ever feel like this
Withered, worn, a bloody mess
When you crash and burn
Reddish-orange clouds
Formed
East of Eden
Blue Moon rose
As
Sun slid
Below the horizon
Tucked in
For the night
Super
Blue Moon
Illuminates darkness
Gold Blue Moon Happens
Spunk ponders Blue Moon
“It’s not blue at all. It’s gold!”
Gold Blue Moon happens
Sunset
iBee
Clouds over Resa’s Tree.
Off Center & Not Even 