
Night sky in the wee hours of the morning


Silver


Sunset

Dawn
Wet dog at dawn
Jake and I went out at daybreak to open the irrigation gate. While I was cleaning out the ditches as the water flowed in, Jake got all wet romping around in the cool early morning wetness. There was enough rain up north over the past week to raise the water level in the river enough to irrigate.
Sunflower: “Jake! You are such a silly dog!’

Ducks in the mist
After I got all the leaves out of the ditches, Jake and I went on a walk to the river and saw ducks in the mist.

More ducks in the mist

Mist sans ducks

Rio Grande and Sandias at dawn

Glenda


Jake was worn out after romping around, getting all wet, and watering all the tumbleweeds on the way to and from the river.

Veteran’s Honor











Marble snuggled in with Laurie while Laurie was sitting on the couch, reading.

Sunset

Dawn


Jake

Sunset

Dusk
My life is quickly being reduced to some old dawns, dusks, sunrises, sunsets, cottonwoods, pets, Rio Grande, bosque, Sandias, moon and pets with an occasional stinkbug, bird, bee, flower, and different trees thrown in. Below is a recent song I wrote about things being “The Same.”