





Glenda

Silver and one of the black cats.

Synchronized sleepers

Sasha

Loki


Sunrise

Silver
Glenda

Duckpond

Fish in the Duckpond

A Roadrunner by Zimmerman Library



A roadrunner was hanging out on the west side of Zimmerman Library this afternoon. A juvenile roadrunner came up behind the adult and acted like it was begging for food. Then it laid down on the stone walk behind the adult. It might have been making itself invisable so il paparazzo couldn’t see it. The adult roadrunner rolled a prickly pear fruit near the juvenile, but the juvenile just stayed in the same position.



The adult walked over to the juvenile, nudged it with its foot, and then walked off and disappeared behind a bush. The juvenile stayed in the same position.




Sunset

Dawn




“Will someone Pulease turn off the sun, already?”

Sunrise



The Ghoulies are a creepin’ and a crawlin’ into the stores to creep people out on their build up to Halloween. And the weeks, days, hours, minutes and secconds are flying by as folks anticipate the hallowed haunt before dia de los muertos.
There are only 11 shopping weeks left before Halloween. Or
77 days or
1848 hours or
110,880 minutes or
6,652,800 seconds.
Time flies like the bats, as they say, so don’t procrastinate, or you will miss out on the creepy, crawling ghouls of your dreams.

Sunset
