Moon got caught in black lace trees trying to shine through the clouds last night.
Dawn was quite colorful.
Sunrise was drab
Cottonball clouds at 9:00
Thick clouds at noon
Cranes at 3:00
Gray sunset at 5:00
No moon is seen through thick clouds over black lace trees tonight.
Gray Dawn
Gray morning
Cranes fly over under skies
Daddy Owl hanging at dusk on the nest I hung on Susan’s Tree.
Daddy Owl loves the pedestal of bark I built onto the nest. It’s a good perch to hoot on.
Gray sunset
Venus over red dawn
Pink at dawn
More red at dawn
Cranes under gray clouds
While waiting for pink, purple, or red, Sandhill Cranes flew overhead on their way to roost.
Gray dusk with contrails blending into clouds.
Moon and Venus at dawn
Sandhill Cranes flying to the Rio Grande to roost at sunset.
Sunset
Purple dawn with Venus on the right.
Purple Dawn with the Moon in the middle
Orange dusk
Orange dusk through Black lace
Jupiter peeks through deep blue
Jupiter shining through the clouds last night. I have no idea what the alien mushroom is.
Lacy trees under cloudy sky
First view of the pTerodactyl in the tree this morning.
pTerodactyl in deep thought
Sasha wearing Spunk’s ears
Morning moon
Frost-edged cottonwood leaf
Sandhill cranes foraging in a field.
Sandias with snow
Sandias behind dead trees
Moon rising behind clouds
The persistence of “the same as it ever was” is alive and well. Photos of night-time, the moon, planets, dawn, sunset, and dusk prevail. It’s déjà foo† all over again. And again. And again. And again…
Venus at dawn
Moon at dawn
Silver-lined clouds near sunset
Water backed up behind a beaver dam in the Cleatwater ditch
Gigi’s tree with clouds at sunset.
Cranes flying to roost at dusk
†Foo is a metasyntactic variable used to represent an unspecified entity (how I currently identify). It can be used to name entities such as variables, functions, and commands whose exact identity is unimportant and serves only to demonstrate a concept…
Contrails spread turn into clouds
Host sun devils, then turn to gold
No matter which way you look
Cloud-like Vs cross the sky
The occasional X makes the scene
Spunk the “Box Hugger” protesting my breaking down boxes for recycling.
Spunk Art
Catnip & Cheese
Silver indulging in fresh catnip. All of the cats hold the catnip in one paw like Silver.
Lacy sunset
Fast-moving clouds swallowed the moon.
Dawn
Resa’s Tree at Sunrise with greens, golds, and browns.
We encountered Sir Smokey Kitty in the Castle of Gwendolyn the Faire. Her castle is truly over the hills and far away from where we live.
In the 14th century, Gwendolyn the Faire would have invited up to 10,000 people to her banquets. The Erbolate (Herbed Eggs) required around 11,000 eggs to prepare. In these time-warped days where medieval traditions fall out of the wrinkles, Gwendolyn the Faire only had to feed 30 medievalists. It was still quite a feat, and the preparation of the courses was masterful.
Bottles from medieval wine, ale, and mead. The menu. The cookbook used for the medieval courses.
Goblets waiting and whining for wine. The food was excellent and consumed with pleasure. A mix of modern and medieval.
Resa’s Tree with cranes at sunset.
Cranes glow at sunset.
