


Queued up for a spat




Hoppin’ mad

The V-shaped branch makes it look like Mama Owl has a new featherdo.

A little snow on the Crest

Dusk

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…

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