
Contrails spread turn into clouds
Host sun devils, then turn to gold
No matter which way you look
Cloud-like Vs cross the sky
The occasional X makes the scene






Clear sky at dawn
After the clouds cleared last night, the morning’s low was 19ºF (-7.2ºC). There was not a cloud in the sky all day. The high was 41ºF (5ºC) at 3:00 pm when I hit the ditch banks for my daily ride.

Beaver Moon rising in a clear sky. Jupiter looks on.

Glenda: “Why do stinking beavers get a moon and kitties don’t?” Good Question.

Snowing lightning
With my numb, arthritic fingers, I can’t type worth beans these days. I thought I commented to Lavinia, “It’s snowing lightly now,” but auto-mistake changed whatever typo I made on “lightly” to lighting. Lavinia read it as “lightning” and replied that she had only seen “snow lightning” a few times in her life. I replied that I had never seen it. Then Deborah chimed in on snow lightning, as well. As you can see in the above photo, I made snow lightning.
All the confusion about snow lightning occurred because it snowed last night and this morning.




Kitties in the snow

Clear sky in the west at sunset

Vulture watching the Beaver Moon rise. Jupiter looks on.
The moon is 98.3% full tonight. It will be 99.9% full tomorrow night. The official full moon is on Monday when it doesn’t pass the meridian. It will still be 99% full on Tuesday.

Beaver Moon swimming in a sea of clouds. Jupiter looks on.

Beaver Moon in colorful whipped cream clouds. Jupiter looks on.

WordPress reminded me that I’ve been blogging for thirteen years. I think it’s time to retire.

Dawn

Stormfront that blew in from the north.
After partly cloudy skies all day, I watched the storm rolling in from the north on my way home. Not long after I got home, heavy rain, lighting, and thunder let loose for about 45 minutes. I did various chores around the house while the storm raged on, but as soon as it let up, I got on my bike and rode in light rain and cold wind under dark clouds that lit up in the southwest as dusk descended.


My two-mile turnaround is a little way past the bridge.


As darkness fell, the moon showed through the clouds.



The clouds looked menacing, hanging over the darkness as I rode home.
Freyja was dogging Atlas. When Tristan and Craig got Freyja, the shelter identified her as a Bernese Mountain dog. As she grew, she looked less and less like a Bernese Mountain Dog. Tristan had a doggie DNA test done on Freya, and she “Ain’t nothing but a hound dog!” †


†Below is the result of Freya’s doggie DNA test.