Night Sky
Spunk Art @ 5:00 AM
Mysty dawn
Coyote was doing a weird stretch this morning
We may have awakened him
That felt good!
The cranes are collecting
Silver trying to teach an early morning cat class.
Silver gave up on the cat class, and gave into the summoning sunrise.
Almost sunset
Jake: “Ah, hmm! Hey, paparazzo, when are we going back inside so you can feed me?”
Night Sky
Dawn
Spunk Art
Loki, Silver, Gwendolyn, and Glenda
Sunset
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.
Sandhill Cranes
Sandhill cranes in a flying-V
Mystery bird
The Pleiades is at the middle left. Mars is in between the light streak and Resa’s tree on the lower left. Jupiter is at the top right.
Here’s a close-up of the stone house in the landscape on Friday’s post.
Night sky at 2:00 am. The Pleiades is in the lower center and Mars is below the Pleiades. Click on the image to enlarge it.
Jupiter and four of its moons. The sky was clear last night, but I could not get Jupiter’s stripes, and the photos of Saturn were blobs. There must have been an atmospheric disturbance obscuring clear shots of the planets.
Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn at 2:30 am.
Night Sky
Sasha
Spunk breaking in my new book.
Marble interrupted the book breaking in process.
Nighthawk. Moo cow. Beaver
I finished Three Years Of her Life by C.E Robinson. Below is a quick review:
When Christine started posting snippets from her book Three Years OF her Life on her blog, Before Sundown, I was intrigued yet apprehensive. The last “slice of life” book I read covered 200 years of family life in over 600 pages. It was long and boring and it just didn’t do it for me. Christine had three years of “her” life in 451 pages. What was I in for? Surprisingly, Christine made three years of Elizabeth becoming a nurse, romancing a doctor (or a doctor romancing her), and pursuing her musical interests while discovering family secrets in the early 1960s into an accessible, easy-to-read, entertaining book.
She offers the reader a fascinating journey that includes the mundane, the most beautiful, and the ugliest aspects of the human condition. Elizabeth is a very smart and attractive young woman. Still, she is plagued by manifold emotions from growing up in a broken home and under the care of her abusive grandmother. No matter how hard she works, or how well she does, there’s always doubt about herself and her success. She’s constantly worried that the men who made their way into her life would leave her. She had good reason to worry; her sample was one hundred percent.
Elizabeth persists, and while romance and her musical interests get a little dicey, it’s the end of the book that really grabbed my attention. The reality of the cold war hit home, and the consequences were grave. By the end of the book, I wanted the story to continue to see what happened with her family life, nursing career, and musical interests. Christine said there is a second underway.
The night sky looking north and south. A half-moon is in the clouds in the southern sky.
The night sky looking east and west.
While Mama Owl was up in the tree shootin’ the breeze, the little wowls were bobbing around in the nest. One of the wowlets tried to peek over the edge of the nest giving us a little beak peek.
Flowers are blooming despite the drought and freezing mornings.
Mama Owl through a tangle of limbs.
Sun setting behind bare trees and a smokey veil.
Moonrise
A look into the night sky.
Off Center & Not Even 