When we had Jake out at the beach on Father’s Day, there were a lot of tiny toads playing on the beach as well.
Click on the above gallery to enlarge the tiny toads.
Threatening clouds blew in to cover the moon and turn the sunset gray.
Tiny Toads
Tag: light
Green, Blue, Red/Orange, Black
Gary, the green Dragonfly, is a big fan of The Fabulous Flee-Rakkers’ “Green Jeans“.
Bob, the blue Dragonfly, is a big fan of Eiffel 65’s “Blue (Da Ba Dee)“.
Bartholomew the Bee Assassin Bug is a fan of The Fools’ “Psycho Chicken“.
Larry the Large Wasp likes Black Sabbath’s “W.A.S.P.“
Intermission: The Shasta Daisies like Eric Heatherly’s version of “Flowers On The Wall“.
Darlene Damselfly: “Ciao Paparazzo! I like Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi“.
Chubby Checkered Beetle all covered in pollen and thinking about “The Fly“.
Dragons & Damsels
Sunrise
Cotton at sunset
Dog Daze
Tristan brought Jake over for Father’s Day. Jake is a five year-old Great Pyrenees/Golden Retriever cross. Jake is very well behaved, but all the cats are totally traumatized that we let a DOG!!!, can YOU BELIEVE IT? A DOG!!!, ¡¡¡Un PERRO!!!, UN CHIEN!!!, UN CANE!!!, come inside the house. I tried to get a photo of Spunk’s despising look, but Jake was being too rambunctious and Spunk ran for cover before I could get a photo. We took Jake to The Beach, and he got into the river for the first time, all recorded in the video below.
Jake is giving Spunk a serious run for the money in the modeling department.
Ready to go to The Beach
She’s A Big One
Meet Wilma Wasp, a Toltec Scoliid (Dielis tolteca) that is native to the southwest. I normally only see the butts of Toltec Scoliids sticking out of the trumpet-shaped flowers of the Chitalpa tree. However, this afternoon, Wilma Wasp was really working the Shasta Daisies totally ignoring my phone camera just inches away from her.
Damselfly Challenge
Dawn
Can you find all three Damselflies in the above photo? Click on the photos for larger views and the ability to zoom in closer.
Can you find all three Damselflies in the drone view?
Silver: “Does it look like a give a Rat’s behind about Damselflies?”
Single Damselfly
Another single Damselfly
The skies stayed mostly gray and blue tonight as the clouds rolled in at sunset.
Looking North
Looking South
Looking East
Looking West
The most colorful view of the sunset was looking northwest with the blooming Chitalpa tree in the middle of the frame.
Cool & Picante On A Hot Afternoon
The temperature was only 100º F (37.8º C) when I prepared this meal of a salad (made by Laurie), extra sharp cheddar cheese, hot salsa, corn chips and blueberries.
Betsy Bunny
Scattered clouds tonight.
Muted colors on the clouds in the east at sunset.
Tonight was the first night it was clear enough to see the moon from our property.
Mountains on the moon.
Cubicles
You might remember that back in early April we demolished and recycled the cubicles that came with our new office: https://wp.me/p1yQyy-6b4. The above three photos are of our new cubicles in early June a few days before we moved all the staff in.
A view of Resa’s tree through the roses.
Clouds building up in the late afternoon.
Hangdog Daze of Summer’s Cats
Glenda stretching out of the frame.
What do cats do in the heat of hangdog daze of summer? They be cool. As everyone should know, cats are always cool. Spunk knows he’s “Hot” based on his kitty good looks, but he has always been, and there never was a time that he was not, a super cool cat. But when it’s hot, the cats like to “hangdog” around and look cool.
Spunk putting on the cool hangdog daze look.
Silver in a hangdog daze.
Sasha hangdogging in style.
Spunk knows a cool place to be on a hangdog hot day is in the cooler. Marble thinking about joining him.
Loki enjoying in the airflow from the cooler.
Spunk daydreaming, while Marble naps on the cool glass top.
A thunderstorm blew in around 5:00 pm with a lot of noise and about 4 drops of rain. However, the temperature dropped from 103º F (39.4º C) to 89º F (31.6º C) in a matter of minutes.
Glenda hangdogging and planking at the same time.
The thunderstorm produced some cool clouds.
A hangdog daze tail wag from Glenda.
Gwendolyn hangdogging on a worm rug.
Sunset lights up Resa’s tree.
Glenda: “What’s your problem Paparazzo?”
Not a good mix it.
Good colors, anyway.
The painter broke through the hangdog daze pallor of gray overcast skies at sunset.
Glenda: “What’s up with you going back and forth to look at the sky? Enough already. You’re bothering me boy!”
Hangdog daze Crepuscular rayz at sunset.
Hot & Roses
When I got in my car at the office, the temp read 116º F (46.7º C). I started driving and it dropped to 112º F (44.4º C) and I thought it seemed really warm, at the next red light a few miles down the road, I checked the weather app on the phone, and it showed the temperature in Corrales at 108º F (42.2º C) at 17:22 hours. When I got home at 17:30 hours, the temperature was a cool 102º F ( 38.9º C) on our outside thermometer. Many of the roses were loving the heat. At sunset, the temperature had dropped to 88º F (31.1º C). There was a warm wind blowing cotton off of Resa’s Tree. I finally got a decent shot of Resa’s tree with the cotton on it, but I wasn’t able to get the blowing cotton to show up well in still photos.
Off Center & Not Even 