My friend Flicker was looking for black cats on Black Cat Friday, but, like finding good deals on Black Friday, he found none. He did see a bunch of cranes, however.
Black Cat Friday
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Happy Thanksgiving! It Rained!
Theresa and Tommy Turkey Talking Thanksgiving Turkey Talk.
We got .27 of an inch (6.9 mm) of rain last night. It was enough to leave a few puddles.
Dale’s Peachtree at Dawn
Afternoon split
Sunset
Who Doesn’t Belong?
One of you doesn’t belong. Who doesn’t belong?
Jupiter as seen through clouds.
Saying Grace
Jake during thanks for the meal he didn’t get any of.
Socked, Boxed, Deodorized
Sasha
Since I can’t bring myself to drive to Target and negotiate their horrible parking lot, I simply ordered what I needed online and had it delivered. It was so much easier and the cats got a new box.
Glenda
Spunk
Spunk and Marble
Marble, Gwendolyn, and Spunk
Gwendolyn and Spunk
Jupiter
Sandhill Cranes
Interesting sunset in a crystal clear sky. Venus is on the left.
Poetry & Song
I’m so excited and honored that my poem A Walk In Winter was featured on MasticadoresUsa // Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton today. Thank you, Gabriela!
Criag, who is a member of Tristan’s Tribe, recorded a wonderful unplugged cover of I Sat By The Ocean. Tristan painted a watercolor for the song.
Watercolor by Tristan Price.
Bottoms Up!
The Mallards are happy to have water in the clearwater ditch again.
Taking flight.
Jake was having a ball running and shaking on the beach.
The Sandias from the beach. Clouds over the Rio Grande. Beaver Dam in the clearwater ditch
Cranes grazing in the orchard.
Beaver Moon, 500 Year Lunar Eclipse
A murder at sunset
Beaver Moon rising as viewed from Beaver Point.
500-year lunar eclipse taken approximately every 15 minutes from 12:44 am to 3:30 am with Beaver Moon in clouds and beaver.
pTerodactyl watching, reflecting, flying
Crow with Venus. Owl in silhouette.
Jupiter. Venus. Beaver Moon in the trees.
Nineteen
Watch colors in cold
Nineteen in my underwear
Package is frozen
Pre-Beaver Moon Rising. I was in a parking lot. There is going to be a 500-year eclipse tonight way past my bedtime.
Hey! Beaver! Yoo-hoo! There’s going to be a Beaver Moon tomorrow night, eleven nineteen twenty-one. And a Beaver eclipse in the wee hours this morning. It’s going to be a hoot!
Oh! Really? A Beaver Moon you say? Is that like when Benny Beaver lifts his tail and shows use his beaver behind? I don’t want to be eclipsed. My hair is too short already. Nineteen? It was cold this morning.
No! You dimwit. The MOON! You know that big shiny thing in the sky? Eclipse is when the moon gets dim, like you. It has nothing to do with clippers! It was cold this morning.
Off Center & Not Even 