Pink Morning, Blue Day

Pre-dawn

Marble: “Why hasn’t that pathetic, lame-brained paparazzo put out any cheez for us?”

Silver: “¡Callate, Marble! Show some respect to the poor old paparazzo. He’s a little slow these days.”

Silver: “Hear me, oh Lord. I thank you for kicking our old paparazzo in the pants, reminding him to give us cheez.”

Loki: “You are such a drama queen, Silver! The old, half-wit paparazzo does not look impressed!”

New Dawn

Dawn

What’s that old adage, “Red sky at morning shepherds take warning”?

We had light snow most of the day. Jake and I went for a long walk in the snow this afternoon. Jake loves the cold and wet.

We visited the cranes

The Tangle Heart Tree and fellow cottonwoods

“Are you going to eat that cheez, Glenda?” “Not with you staring at it like a crazed cheezhead, Sasha!”

You can sort of see the snow falling.

Shey’s Tree

Where’d the Sandias go?

Light snow in the headlights. Click to enlarge.

Da dynamic duo doing Duo — lingo, that is.

Late breaking news. The neighbor’s tree is on fire once again. The snow is bowing the tree’s branches into the powerline. Fortunately, it’s the highline, so there is less chance of it causing a power outage.

Looks a little like Christmas.

Only one fire crew is left watching the fire. The other firemen had to respond to more fires. Wet conditions should keep the fire from spreading further into the tree. The firemen will not attempt to extinguish the fire because they could be electrocuted.

Jake Gate

My Saturday morning project was to install a post and fencing for a Jake Gate to keep Jake from wandering down the road when we want to leave him outside roaming around the property.

Redbud turned yellow

Genda with Spunk’s tail

Flying V

The Stragglers

Dawn

Noon

Afternoon

Bloomin’ Blooms

No cranes

A lone crane flew in

Can you find the lone crane in this photo?

It’s on the rocks!

No red on the Sandias tonight

A gang of scrawny-looking teenagers at Fourth of July Point. They probably fell behind and were left on their own to make their way north.

Five cranes flew over the teenage crane’s cuckoo’s nest

Sunset

pTerodactyl in the Twilight