Pre-dawn with the moon shining through clouds
While cleaning and organizing, I found another tub of cassette tapes. Does anyone remember cassette tapes?
Cow Cats grazing on their grass.
Storm clouds over drainage canal
Loki and Gwendolyn
Loki
Sunset
The edge of dawn
Sinrise
Spunk licking Glenda while Silver sleeps
Rio Grande & Sandias @ mid-morning
Gwendolyn
Glenda
Once bitten. Twice bitten. Thrice bitten…
Marble
Sunset on Sandias
Duo Cheezo
When Glenda eats cheese, she licks as much out or more of the dish as she eats. I put the dish I use to cover the cheese in front of Glenda to catch her mess and put it back into the bowl when she’s done. Loki figured out he could eat Glenda’s spillover instead of butting in on Marble’s cheese. When Marble was finished, Silver joined Loki.
“Hey Loki Loki Loki! Hey Loki Loki Loki!” “I say there! You, you’re like bothering me, Glenda Girl.”
“You get where I’m coming from, Glenda Girl?”
She can’t talk with her mouth full, Loki!
“Stupid Paparazzo! I can’t take it. I just can’t bear to look! Or is it bare to look? Or a bare look! It’s like that age-old kitty conundrum, ‘Do you bare your soul or bear your soul?’ Maybe it’s like if you have a hot soul, you bare it, and if you have a grizzly soul, you bear it. Again, I can’t bear or bare it. I’m so confused.”
Pre-dawn
Dawn
Inside and outside
Cats, open doors, all the same
Temperature, too
Marble
Sandias
Cheese line
Fallen trees
Spunk & Glenda
Old burn
Sturgeon Moon on the set
Spunk, Sasha, Silver
Soft Sturgeon Moon
Søren, Loki, Beaker
Dahlias
Gwendolyn, Marble, Glenda
Afternoon thunderheads over Resa’s Tree
Dawn
Spunk
Click on a photo to enlarge the series.
Sasha
Glenda
Sunset
Remnants of a thunderstorm that hammered us with 0.41 inches of rain in 30 minutes yesterday afternoon. So far we have received 0.82 inches of rain this July. That is exactly 0.82 inches more rain than we got last July.
Sunday’s Sunrise
Holy Pholage of Silver and Sasha. “100% Guaranteed Performance”
Lonesome Sunflower
Glenda
Sunset
Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.
Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”
Breast Cancer Rose
Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”
Line of cats
Thunderstorm
Gwendolyn was not too sure about the above view.
Iceberg
“Talk to the tail, Gwendolyn!”
Sunset
Off Center & Not Even 