Cold Moon Morning
Bashful
Tag: Dawn
TNBC
Christmas Eve Dawn
It’s the night before Christmas
And all through the house
The cats are all quiet and lying about
Dreaming of catnip and catching a mouse
While Blue waits for the rat in the fridge to thaw out
The birds are all ready to roost for the night
To wait for the fat guy with a beard that’s all white
Then they all looked at me round-eyed and distraught
“You’re fat with white hair and a white beard, are you not?”
I’m fat, my beard’s white, that I cannot deny
But I’m not him, I assure you, and I’ll tell you why
He’s jolly, wears red, and carries a sack
I’m a curmudgeon and cranky, and I always wear black
But before you all get your tails in a twitch
Besides old Santa, there’s La Befana, the witch
So, one or the other or both they may call
Offering peace and prosperity for one and for all
Christmas Eve Sunrise
Sheep, Glenda & Silver dreaming of catnip and catching a mouse. Well, maybe not the Sheep.
Marble: “Bah humbug! Wipe that smile off your silly face, Santa!”
Marble: “Talk to the Christmas paw!”
Silver: “Crown me the Cat of Cats!”
Silver’s bow
Silver’s bow
It’s Christmas time for the kitties
Ding-a-ling
He’s Kitty King
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day
Gwendolyn: “Hey, stupid Paparazzo! You’re not the only cranky curmudgeon wearing all black!”
Moonrise over Resa’s tree on Chrismas Eve.
More Gray
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.
Sliver Moon Slices Contrail
Moon and Venus at dawn
Sandhill Cranes flying to the Rio Grande to roost at sunset.
Sunset
Frosted Flake
Venus, the Moon, and I rose at the same time this morning.
Twenty-four degrees
I stood out in my skivvies
Like a frosted flake
Venus and the Moon shapeshifted through the glass.
The various crescents are moonlight fractured by condensation on the glass. Venus made some mean-looking faces.
Back to normal
Venus and the Moon at dawn.
Lower left to top: Orion, Kiss Flying-V, and The Pleiades. Top right: Jupiter.
Brad mentioned seeing The Pleiades in yesterday’s photo meant Orion was not far behind. I’ve taken many photos with Orion in them recently, but I haven’t posted Orion in a while.
Purple Dawn
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
Déjà Foo
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…
Persistence Of Beaver Moon
Beaver Moon in the morning shining through the clouds at dawn.
Bird watching the sunset atop a tree at the office.
Stop and go sunset
Beaver moon rising over Casa.
Beaver Moon, The Pleiades, and Jupiter all lined up.
Beaver Moon Rises Again
Clear sky at dawn
After the clouds cleared last night, the morning’s low was 19ºF (-7.2ºC). There was not a cloud in the sky all day. The high was 41ºF (5ºC) at 3:00 pm when I hit the ditch banks for my daily ride.
Beaver Moon rising in a clear sky. Jupiter looks on.
Glenda: “Why do stinking beavers get a moon and kitties don’t?” Good Question.
Hooteluja!
Dawn
Sunset on Sandias
While taking the above photo of the Sandias in red, I heard a buzzing noise. I turned to see what it was and three paragliders were flying my way.
Moon and contrail at dusk
While I was photographing the moon and contrail, I heard an owl hooting close by. I investigated further and there was an owl perched on the edge of the nest I hung in Susan’s tree in August 2022. Hooteluja! Hooteluja! Hooooteluuuja!
It was dark, and I had to use 15x digital zoom on my phone’s camera, so I couldn’t tell if it was daddy owl. It could be one for the owlets from a few years ago out house shopping. Whichever owl it is, it’s a good sign to see an owl perched on the edge of the nest.
dusk
Afterglow
Off Center & Not Even 