I woke up at 1:50 am, stumbled out of bed and checked the moon, which was bloody red. I grabbed my camera, ran outside into the sub-freezing, 20º F temperature, and took a few shots at the moon. The reflections off the filter on my lens, together with my state of being at 1:55 am produced some pretty funky photos of the full lunar eclipse in the wee hours of the morning. Earlier in the evening I had gone out and photographed the moonrise and got a decently clear closeup of the full moon.
A guy pedaling along on his low-rider bike, his dog in tow, on old Route 66 in downtown Albuquerque.
Between dead grass, old fence posts holding up rusting rebar, and a “ghost town” door, some of the deferred maintenance around the place is becoming more artsy than functional.
Since we had the newly acquired RX-8 in the shop for service, I took Tristan to the Heights to pick up Diesel, who she is dog sitting for a friend. I put Diesel, his crate, dishes, blankets and toys in my RX-8, which where a rather tight fit, and drove him to Tristan’s. Diesel is a very well behaved, black German Shepard, who enjoyed his rather cramped ride across town. He even gave me a wink over the thought of putting Diesel in the RX-8.
I guy in a old hopped-up International Harvester Pickup pulled up next to me at the light — he revved his engine “vroom vroom”. I resisted whooping his butt off the line to get a photo of his truck — “click click”, “zoom zoom”…….
This pigeon laid claim to the bench outside of Patrician Design and wasn’t going to give it up for anyone or anything. After I got this photograph, we had a brief standoff, which ended with me picking the pigeon up off the bench so Amanda could move the bench inside for the night. The pigeon did not fly away, but rather perched on the window ledge and flapped at the window like it was trying to get inside to the bench that it could see through the window.
As I started up the fly-over driving from Coors Blvd to I-40, I noticed the balloons in the sun. I got three blind drive-by’s as a drove over the fly-over and under the balloons.
Our deck is officially open, and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern celebrated by lying around on the table giving me the cat’s paw view.
Off Center & Not Even 