Virgas hung from anemic clouds
Teasing parched earth that begged for rain
Moon rose, hung in the trees
Strawberry Moon forever?
Night heron and Snowiy egret reflected in Rio Grande’s water
It’s dwindling into a stream
Stormclouds blushed at sunset
Embarrassed by their precipitous disfunction
Blue Moon at dawn
Sunrise
While I was standing in the river shooting the sunrise, Jaws started swimming towards me.
Harry, the Hairy Woodpecker, pecking on a cottonwood
Mama Owl at sunrise
Spunk noticed there was a lot of orange in the floral arrangement and added his tail.
“Ahem! Pesky Paparazzo, cheez is also orange!”
“That’s more like it!”
Norte Pond has become Notre trou de boue
Neil Diamond produces a cracklin’ rose
Sunset
Spunk’s tail between a rock and a hard cat.
Post sunset colors
Silver
Daddy Owl at dusk
Dusk
Clouds tried to hold onto the Bloody Worm Moon
But it slipped through the clouds
Dawn
Cloud skullduggery
The river is down. The cranes are out!
Silver
Sunset
What’s the mystery shot of?
Where cranes once foraged
A lone duck stood reflecting in the shallows
Silence pushed against the current
Winter yawned while preparing her bed
Spring stirred under leafy covers
Dreaming colors that wait her awakening
Dawn
Who might the mistery kitty be?
Beeing like spring
Loki
Mama Taratula finally got here
The Worm Moon rising.
At 4:30 tomorrow morning MDT, there will be a full, bloody eclipse of the moon. If I wake up around 4:00 a.m., I’ll go out and see what I can see of it. The moon will be close to the horizon when it is fully eclipsed at 4:30, so I might not be able to see it through the trees.
The cranes left before the worm moon rose.
Dusk
The Worm Moon melting an alien
Twilight
Snow Moon at twilight
Ice illuminated by the Snow Moon
Dawn
Glenda
Sunset
Dusk
Silver: “Hey, Paparazzo! What does it take for a kitty to get some shut-eye around here?”
Neither hither nor thither
Over hill nor dale had he come
To be found lying face down
In a state of perpetual dither
Scooped up into the nether
He was lost
But on the fourth day
He fell back to earth
Dropped by the ether
Under the influence
Of a blue moon
So bright
What’s one to do?
Other than continue the saga
Of Scoopy on a frozen beach
Waiting a spring thaw
Glenda
Glenda, again
Kitty Intermission
Coyote in the evening
One of five coyotes yipping and carrying on on the opposite bank of the river at dusk.
Cranes in the afterglow at dusk
Twilight Dawn
Moonset with Jupiter in the trees with Pollux and Castor making eyes above the trees.
The cranes were flying in, hopping around, and a splishing and a splashing while taking baths in the river.
Moonrise
Jake’s and my first early morning walk of 2026 was in the rain.
Spunk: “For people who want to know how to make a kitty concoction to start the new year, first, the pesky paparazzo has to do photos of me looking adorable in the stock pot.
“Then we soak black-eyed peas overnight before cooking them the next morning.”
“We cook the meat, vegetables and spices separately, and mix them into the black-eyed peas. Lastly, we add greens to the kitty concoction, stir them in until they wilt into the mix, and, Voilà!, the black-eyed peas are ready to eat on New Year’s Day for good luck.”
Happy New Year! Or Not!
Loki
Tycho Kitty
Three percent shy of a full moon on New Year’s
Midnight
Marble
Genda
Cheese line
Spunk
Loki
A Cat 5 doing Sun and Socks
Sunset
Off Center & Not Even 