Glenda reaching out to touch the phone
Sasha on a cold day enjoying warm air blowing on her.
Gwendolyn being a bit intense.
Black and white of snow under dawn’s dark light turns to snow black and white under a dark street light.
Cranes fly into darkness in the sun’s waning light.
Clouds break up over the Rio Grande and the snow-covered Sandias.
Mama Owl and Daddy Owl perched in a different tree.
The pTerodactyl posed perfectly in the Tangle Heart Tree for Valentine’s Day.
Daddy Owl snoozing at sunrise.
A congregation of cranes at dawn.
Cranes celebrating the frosty sunrise.
The other side of Miss Stripy Sparrow.
“¡Hasta la huego you silly goose!”
As a thunderstorm blew in this evening lots of crows were flying all around us.
The railroad crossing arms came down about 6:45 am.
I sat there waiting for the train.
And sat there. Cars started backing up from the other direction.
After sitting, waiting about 3 or 4 minutes for the train to go by, the arms started to rise.
The ghost train had gone by and we were free to continue on our way.
Yesterday we had clouds running amok through the skies with our painter scrambling to keep her colors from blowing away with the winds. Today ¡Nada! Not a cloud in the sky. However, our ever clever painter brushed the Sandias with pink, then she threw a spray of ocher that turned into lavender, purples, and blues as it spread from the horizon into the sky.
Our painter picks her colors from sunbursts.