Rainbow Sun

Twilight

Jupiter and friends

Rainbow sun smiles on Christmas Eve
Families decorate their dead
Festive scenes of joy for those
Now ghosts of Christmas past
Who rejoice in silence over love
Shared by those who don’t forget
Loved ones who were, and will always be
In their thoughts, their hearts, their memories

Merry Christmas!

Spunkriature

Spunk’s and my recent bedtime ritual is doing Spunkriature. Spunk bats at the camera, scratches, growls, and hisses, and then poses nicely for, for instance (il paparazzo has to be quick on the shutter), before he starts grooming himself, between resuming his attacks on il paparazzo for pestering him. Spunkriature is quite exciting and bloody dangerous.

A Little New… A Little Old…

Under the scrub brush
Bashful bosque bunny hides
Peek! Boo! I see you!

While I was looking for some old photos for Tristan, I came across three of the weird sign photos I took when I was studying Geography and Photography at the university.

Me driving a tractor before I learned to walk

When I tell people I learned to drive before I learned to walk, they think I’m bat guano crazy and full of kitty kaka.