We’ve had high winds the last two days that have blown most of the dried leaves off of Resa’s Wolf Tree.
The wind did not blow away the color at twilight this morning.
The goose thought the old paparazzo wouldn’t see it if it stuck its head in the water!
Glenda
Fewer leaves on Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunset than were there at twilight.
Fuzzy mountains from the dust
Cranes flew by fast with the tailwind.
The cranes hovered in the wind when they were coming in for landing.
Twilight
Dawn
Glenda and Marble
Twilight
Discovered at dawn
Acronymphomania
Scratched in the beach sand
It’s like the cranes are in a sauna when it’s a devilishly cold -6.66º C (20º F) outside.
Glenda, Silver and Sasha by Laurie.
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
Twilight Dawn
Dawn
Loki stretch
Spunk calls his latest art piece, “Standing By My Cat Door!”
Glenda Sphinxing
Redwing Blackbirds watching the sun set.
Glenda
Spunk has to charge his tail every now and then.
Who’s horsing around?
Jake is not the only one who’s frisky in the sub-freezing temperatures.
No horsing around with you pesky Paparazzo!
Off Center & Not Even 