
Dawn



Jake hoping for a handout


A cluster of cats

Gwendolyn

Loki helping with laundry

Udderly rediculous

Spunk annoyed

Spunk eyes

The first of three of Susan’s roses




Sunset

Crescent moon at dusk

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.”

Dawn



Tres patos amigos

A sad beaver at dawn. He had to crawl in the shallow water.

Sunrise over Sandias

Loki was doing hammock yoga





“A penny for your thoughts, Jake!”

“Huh? Uh, uh? Oh! I don’t have no stinking thoughts!

“I’ll give you my thoughts for a buck, Paparazzo!” “Hmmm! I don’t think so, Spunk! I know what you’re thinking.”

Dusk
