Blue Grosbeak and the Cresent Moon
A Swainson’s Hawk was having lunch on a light pole in a Walmart parking lot.
Noon
Tiny toadlets on the riverbed at sunset
Speaking being out to lunch, I’m going to take a long lunch break from blogging. I’m tired, and I have been having so much trouble with WordPress over the past few months, I can’t deal with it anymore, and I have decided I really need to take a break.
Sunset
Venus above Jupiter
Doppel in the dark
Cottonwoodlets on the river bed
Toadlet on the river bed
Ducks going for the gold
Another lost sole
Drift tree at sunrise
Coyote
“Where are the sights?”
Loki
Evening coyotes
Sunset
Dawn
Dawn at Beaver Point
The river dropped enough that I could wade across the shallow rapids just north of 4th of July Point onto the east side of the river.
A beaver crawled into the shallow rapids soon after I crossed, then disappeared under the water as a coyote watched.
Coyote was checking out something in the grass under the jetties.
View from the east side of the river looking south and west at 4th of July Point.
Wildflowers
The west bank of the river
Drift wood and wildflowers at sunrise
Another view of the west bank of the river
Looking at the South Beach from the east side of the river
North side of the shallow rapids where I waded back to the west side of the river.
The island between the shallow rapids
The jetty sculpture garden at the south end of South Beach.
Back on the west side of the river, looking northeast at the other side of the river I had been walking on.
Looking northeast from 4th of July Point.
Map of my long walk on the riverbed
Clouds rolled in when I got back home.
Spunk
Sunset
Dragon at dusk
Spunk Art reflecting
Loki
Spunk
Sunset
Harry
Sunrise @ Beaver Point
Sunrise @ The Beach
Flycatcher on a plateau
Sunrise from an island north of The Beach.
The Rio Grande is slowly drying up. I was able to wade across the shallow point above and walk out onto an island north of the beach.
I spotted a Spotted Sandpiper
Snowy Egret flew by
Tres Globos Amigos
Wildflower
Loki on the fly
Jake outdoors
Jake indoors
Cheez Please! Who goes there?
Veterans Honor
Spunk having a cat nap
Sunset
New perspective from another island that became available.
Sharks splashing in the shallows
Dusk
Dawn on the virge of sunrise
Loki
Eye of Spunk
Eye of Loki
Doppel having breakfast and then enjoying the shade on the ramp
Sunset
Spunk and his tail
Kissy Cats
Sunrise
The persistence of pareidolia. Left to right: Wolf’s head. Three faces above the wolf’s head. Head and shoulders of a bear lying on its back. Kitty in the sky. A person looking down on from the top. A long-eared hound running over a fox that’s lying on its back over Resa’s Wolf Tree, and a pig in the lower right (see my key at the end of the post).
Spunk watching Sasha
Spunk mad dogging Sasha
Sunset
Here’s what I saw.
Blue Moon at dawn
Sunrise
While I was standing in the river shooting the sunrise, Jaws started swimming towards me.
Harry, the Hairy Woodpecker, pecking on a cottonwood
Mama Owl at sunrise
Spunk noticed there was a lot of orange in the floral arrangement and added his tail.
“Ahem! Pesky Paparazzo, cheez is also orange!”
“That’s more like it!”
Norte Pond has become Notre trou de boue
Neil Diamond produces a cracklin’ rose
Sunset
Spunk’s tail between a rock and a hard cat.
Post sunset colors
Silver
Daddy Owl at dusk
Dusk
Notre Pond has turned into a Norte Piddle that looks like a unicorn knight with a fox tail.
Snowy Egret
Sunrise
We were being followed by a coyote again.
Glenda
Dopple hanging out under the landing while I worked on the ramp.
The ramp is basically finished.
Dusk
Blue moon making the sky yellow before peeking over the Sandias.
Jupiter and Venus were nicely aligned.
Blue Moon rising
Looked a little more blues soomed in, through the trees
Sunrise
Notre Pond
Is almost gone
The turtles have Moved on
Another lost sole
Le long shadows
Bunnies
Loki
A load of lumber I bought to build a ramp
I’ve been planning to build a ramp to the front door for quite a while. Since the house is 32 inches off the ground (we are 16 feet below the river), the ramp is 32 feet long, but will be longer when I add the final piece that will bring the slope to the ground. I’m worn out. While I used to be strong, between lots of chemo from years gon by, and age, I’ve become a 198-pound weakling. Lifting the ramp up and securing it to the landing was quite an ordeal.
Sinset
Off Center & Not Even 