Twilight
Ein “rabbit” ist in der Nähe
Taking space between the clouds
Accompanied by Wassat
Hanging below Jupiter
Pullox and Castor shine above
Bunny and beaver in the sky
Dawn
Jugging and dipping
Sunrise
Jake got caught in the skeeter net again.
A dreary dusk
The Last Dawn
Spunk: “Whatcha cookin’, Paparazzo? It smells like fine cooking.”
Paparazzo: “Black-eyed peas, for the New Year, of course! We cook them every year. Remember?”
Spunk: “If it doesn’t have catnip, mice, or squeezy treats, I flush it from my kitty memory banks!”
Marble: “Nope! I’m not looking at the camera, pesky paparazzo. Why don’t you photograph that spider on the ceiling instead of pestering me?”
Jake patiently waiting for more scraps of fine cooking
Spunk: “Hmmm! I think that spider on the ceiling would go well in the black-eye pees!”
Paparazzo: “They are Black-eyed peas, as in legumes.
Spunk: “As I was saying, Jake lifts his legume and pees on the beans, giving them black-eyes!”
Paparazzo” “You are beyond hope, Spunk!”
Glenda: “Is this pose adorable enough for you, pathetic Paparazzo with the cat habit?”
The last moon
Silver: “It’s a little sad to leave 2025 behind!”
The last dusk was feeling blue
Spunk
pTerodactyl in th mist
Marble
Another portal
Gwendolyn
Wile E. Coyote
Jake
Twilight
Dawn
Sunrise
Cat Four
Sunset
Keeper of the keys
Stuck again!
Dusk
Spunk got socked in
Loki waiting for Marble to finish with the cheese
Loki
Loki on my lap
Spunk still socked in. Jake still sacked out.
Sunset
Dusk
Well! Five point seven/eights miles to be more precise. While it’s only a mile and a half between mile marks as the river flows, and the treks to the river and back, plus all the winding around on different paths in the bosque added up. This was the longest walk Jake has made with me since he moved in.
One
Beaver point is at the 194.5 mile mark
Surprisingly, I saw a dragonfly. The temperature was around 48º F (~9º C).
Two
Bushwacking on our way to Three
Three. A couple of dragonflies lying eggs in the shallows.
Four
On the way to Five
Five
Six
The Portal to Seven. Seems all portals look the same!
Seven
Jake recharged his pee-shoot in the Rio Grande by a cocklebur bush at the 194-mile marker.
Eight
Søren seemed impressed. Or not!
Spunk: “Why take a stinking 6-mile walk in the bosque when you can lounge in fresh-dried underwear?”
Silver: “Whoa! I can’t beieve you made Jake walk that far!”
Jake was a little slow after his long mile, and got caught in the skeeter net again.
A couple of women were walking five dogs and let two loose to chase the coyotes. Jake was not happy about those dogs chasing his coyote pals.
Coyotes with cranes overhead
Dusk from the spot where photo Two was taken.
Cat sees dog
The slow acceptance
Note to self. “Don’t get so close to dawg!”
Jupiter over Resa’s Wolf Tree. Orion on the right.
A sinuous walk
Winding through three sunder miles
Born to see the light
Sunset
Dusk
Edge of the Aurora last night.
Dawn
Venus
Daddy Owl at Dawn
No mist this morning
Marble @ Sunrise
Bowie & Jake @ Susan’s
Spunk
Sunset
Glenda
Spunk and Gwendolyn
Silver
Sasha
Cranes @ dusk
Shey’s Smexy* Tree
Daddy Owl @ Dusk
*Shehanne Moore writes Smexy Historical Romance novels.
The Seven Sisters (The Pleiades) over Resa’s Golden Wolf Tree
The porcupine I almost stepped on when we took Jake out on a walk after dark last night.
The Pleiades rising over the Sandias
Sand dunes in the night sky
Sunrise
Der Hund von Bosqueville
Belafonte checking out the washing machine
Loki: “I thought you washed Belafonte!”
Sunset
Dusk
Jake turns into a Werejake on Halloween
Holy Jakamole! That’s impressive! And the rest of you cats think I’m silly to be wary of Jake! I rest my kitty case.
The President of UNM’s yard
Sandias under the half moon. The Pleiades rising on the left.
Off Center & Not Even 