Tag: full moon

The Taskmaster

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100% full August Sturgeon moon this morning.

Moon in dog

Cottonwood cemetery at twilight under the full moon

Lost soles, and a little more bared than feet?

Spunk has become my personal trainer and taskmaster.

This is how it’s done, pathetic, weakling, weeny paparazzo

Come on, you wicked, weeny, whimpy weightlifter! Add more weight! Do more reps! Do more sets! Push through it until it burns and you feel like you’re going to puke!

I have my eye on you, you lazy lackey. Even though you are lying on the bench press, there is no rest for whimpy, wicked, weeny paparazzi!

I’m going to make you press until you puke! You pectorally challenged, pathetic, catatonic paparazzo Puke!

You can’t get up. Do more reps. Do more sets! I’m going to hold you down until you press and puke.

Loki doing his kitty Tai chi streches.

Bromeliad that Laurie got to bloom again. Quite an accomplishment in our dry climate.

Catatonic kitty! The poor, pesky, pathetic excuse of a puke paparazzo wore out the taskmaster.

Jake and I went out for a short walk between light rain showers tonight.

Doppel And The Lunar Eclipse

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Doppel

Doppel decided he had had enough of the wild and asked to come inside at 3:00 a.m. this morning. We took him to the vet for an examination and testing this afternoon. For the most part, Doppel is healthy. No leukemia or FIV. However, he does have an infection of some kind. The vet called at 9:00 p.m. to tell us Doppel would be ready to be picked up in around 30 minutes. 

When we left at 9:15 p.m. to get Doppel, the moon was covered by clouds. When we got to the veterinary clinic at 9:40 p.m., the eclipsing moon was emerging from behind the clouds. When we left at 10:12 PM the moon was at peak eclipse. When we got home, the moon was covered by the clouds again.

The moon behind the clouds at 9:15 p.m.

Eclipse at 9:40 p.m.

Eclipse in stereo at 10:02 p.m.

The peak of the eclipse at 10:12 p.m. 

The moon was behind the clouds after we got back home with Doppel.

Rain But No Rain

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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

Between A Rock And A Hard Cat

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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

Bloody Worm Moon Setting

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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

Bloody Worm Moon Rising

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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

The Scoop That Fell To Earth

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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