Sunrise Fog

November 8, 2026November 8, 2026 Timothy Price27 Comments

Cranes flew under a balloon just before sunrise.

Light fog while the sun was thinking about rising.

Portal to The Beach

Big sun rising behind the fog

We scared a small flock of ducks.

Brad wanted to know where that mud was. Jake has been walking through the mini mud bog every morning all week.

Frost

The sorry, silver-haired Sasquatch, wetback road crew

The sorry, silver-haired Sasquatch, wetback road crew worked on the top part of the road all morning. Being the same as it ever was, folks who live on Cinco Milagros, but have to cross my culvert and drive on 30 feet on my road to get to their houses, don’t stop and thank me for working on the culvert so it doesn’t collapse from the rain. When I wave at them, they don’t wave back; they drive on by in their Mercedes and BMWs, and scowl at me like I’m some aged, hired hand, illegal laborer stinking up the crossing.

Glenda: “I appreciate you working on the culvert, because I know if it collapsed, you wouldn’t be able to go out and get me food!”

Laure got this pic of Silver curled up in the cushions on the deck.

Sacked out, Sliver. He wore himself out being curled up in the cushions.

Not a cloud in the sky tonight.

Quick Change Skies

October 31, 2026 Timothy Price29 Comments

Silver

Glenda

Rain, Shine & High Water

October 24, 2026 Timothy Price24 Comments

Storm clouds

Wet rose

Burning bush

Taboo

Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree is confused with putting on red leaves for fall and blooming at the same time.

Sunshine and rain at the same time

Spunk

The river running high from the rain

Glenda: “Whoa! That’s a lot of water!”

Rain and shine on the Rio Grande

Doppel: “Lovely light, il Paparazzo! I like looking at it in photos instead of real time in the rain.”

Jake contemplating the rising river

In The Dog House With The Cats

October 17, 2026 Timothy Price37 Comments

The cat food bag at 5:00 a.m.

The cats got me up at 5:00 a.m. to feed them like they do every morning; however, when I opened the bag to get their food, the bag was empty, except for six kibbles, which was one kibble short of the clowder swarming around my feet. Oops! I forgot to drop by the store on the way home from work last night to get kitty food.

Silver: “Don’t give me any of your cockamamie malarkey about ‘Let them eat tomatoes!’, which is pronounced toemahtoes, BTW, pathetic Paparazzo, because it ain’t going to stinking happen!”

Gwendolyn: “YOU STINKING, PATHETHEIC, LAME BRAINED, PREHISTORIC POPARAZZO!!!! Knuckle dragging, sorry excuse of a silver-haired Sasquatch. You irresponsible, long-haired redneck rascal! I can’t BELIEVE you FORGOT to stop by the store to get us kitty food on your way home from work. It’s been like over 12 hours since we’ve eaten! That’s like 12 years for our kitty stomachs. Now you listen to me, and you listen good, PAPARAZZO!!! You get in your stinking little sports car, and you stinking speed to that stinking store as soon as it opens and get us some STINKING KITTY FOOD! UNDERSTOOD?

Meanwhile, back in bed, I slept in until 6:30 a.m. because it was 27º F (-2.8º C) when the cats got me up at five to fail at feeding them. When Jake and I left for our walk at 7:00 a.m. the temperature had dropped another degree.