
Looks like Latin!

Smells like Latin!

Feels like Latin!

But it’s all Greek to me!

The cheese line.



Click on the night skies to enlarge them.



Dawn

“Loki, it’s lookin’ into your quiet eyes – silent tears
Silent as the night you deserted me…”
“Have you been listening to Golden Earring again, Silver?” “Yeah! What about it, Loki?”
“You’re a creep! You’re a weirdo! What the hell are you doing here singing Golden Earring songs to me?”



Hmmm! What’s this dingle dongle dangling down before me?

GRRrrrrr!




And yet another cheese standoff.





Snowy Egret


Chewed on by a porcupine.


Canadian Geese @ dusk



No clouds or contrails anywhere to be seen. What is one to do? What is one to do?






Jupiter and the crescent moon were in the Tangle Heart Tree.
Cranes



Coyote, Wile E., that is, was hanging out with us again.






Looks like il Paparazzo put out some cheez! Yeah! What are you going to do about it?
You gonna eat that pizza, Paparazzo?

Dawn


I had a Cat 7 (seven cats piled on me) at 3:00 in the morning. Loki is under the covers, lying across my hips. That’s where he likes to sleep on me. See the Kitty Key for an accounting of cats.




Wile E. Coyote hanging out with us on the levee.




Cranes at dusk



Daddy Owl and Mama Owl were hanging out together.

Another great cheese stand-off.

The Tangle Heart Tree and Wile E on the levee.

Not much color on the Sandias tonight.



Afrerglow at dusk

Cold Moon rising through an anonymous tree yesterday.

Cold Moon and Orion with black lace trees when we got home after midnight.

Hey, Spunk. I’ve been watching Marble play with her tail for the past 20 minutes. She’s quite silly.

Hey, Paparazzo! What’s sillier is that you stood there watching Marble play with her tail for 20 minutes. Hahahahahaha! Stupid Paparazzo!

Loki: “Eye don’t think any of you are funny!”

Gwendolyn: “I don’t get it!”

Loki: “Il Paparazzo sta per morire!”

Spunk: “Boy, I say boy, pay close attention to me ’cause you’re a burrito short of a combination plate.”†

Loki: “You’re bothering me, boy!”

Spunk: “Wait ’till you turn off the light, Paparazzo!”

Meet the new snake. Same as the old snake.††

Nice reflection this afternoon.

Cottonwoods in the bosque turned red at sunset.

Sunset looking north from the top of the levee.
†Foghorg Leghorn quote.
††Juvenile Bullsnake: I moved him from the top of the levee so he wouldn’t get run over by the cyclists who were behind me.