
Seventy at noon
Twenty-six in the morning
Left the water on

Loki Sphinxing. Glenda behind.

Stars

Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree at Sunrise surrounded by Rebeecca’s Black Bamboo.

Blue ice in abstractia

Have you ever had an urge to stick your tongue on a frosted pipe?





Spunk Marble and Jake. The first time Spunk and Marbled dared to stay in the same room with Jake for more and a few passing seconds.

Cranes in the field at sunset

The cranes flew over to the Rio Grande to roost.

NCC 1701 disguised as a cloud hovering over the Sandias at Sunset.
We had a light snow most of the day, which left a dusting of snow on top of a hardened layer of thin ice that was not much fun to scrape off the windshield and windows. After 40 minutes on the road, I stopped at the post office in Corrales to pick up the mail, and noticed that the ice and snow stuck on the hood was only a little wind-streaked.