

Lit twilight darkness
Full moon succumbs to thick clouds
Dawning lights the way



Moonlight on the Sandias at twilight







Surprise in my path
Toadstool pushed up through the mulch
Fungus amoung us


Doppel



Jake






Wade through darkness gloom
Owls call, hoots fall with the rain
Soaked by storm’s soft tears

Someone left the Jake out in the rain again
When Jake and I got home from our walk in the rain last night, the rain gauge showed 1.75 inches for the month. When I left for my walk at 5:25 this morning, the rain gauge showed 1.84 inches. When I got home at 7:00 it showed 2.0 inches. The rain gauge currently shows 2.71 inches of rain for September. It’s been several years since we received that much rain in one month. It’s supposed to rain Thursday and Friday, also. It seems Super El Niño may have finally arrived.




Turkey Vulture in the rain

Doppel



Dusk

Rio Grande at dusk

NIght sky


Cloud-like layers hang in the air
Silence, once jet noise, rings of freedom
To get from here to there in hours’ time
The send from there to here for just a few dimes
Guaranteed delivery by next-day air
Supply chain in the physical cloud
Knights in white satin?
Exhausted to deliver
Us along with the goods
A lifeline for our way of life



Gwendoly working on a load of dirt and leaves


Dusk



Marble hogging the cheese

Cranes reflecting before they fly north

When Sasquatch ventured back again
The scoop shovel was standing straight up on end
It stood there straight, it stood there bold
When he tried to grab it, only his shadow took hold
“Strange, is it true? Am I only a legend, a story told?”
“A mythical creature like Skinwalkers of old?”
After he couldn’t get the scoop
He wondered what he would tell the group
Are they real or surreal or just mythical beings
Stradling dimensions, mostly unseen
By humans stuck between two and fourth
Who sometimes get a sighting as he slips between floors
An anomaly that ripples space and time’s clear hue
A slight tear in the fabric that offers a view
Whether the story is true or simply belied
As the Sasquatch scoop shovel saga unfolds
So go discoveries in darkness and cold


“Sasquatch can slip through dimensions and grab kitties for breakfast? We think you need to leave Sasquatch be Paparazzo I am, and fix us a plate of green eggs and ham!”

Marble: “I’m not afraid of no stinking inter-dimensional Sasquatch! Spunk will whip Sasquatch with his tail, make art out of him, and then kick his butt again!”

Sunrise


Cranes in the evening


Waning Wolf Moon over Jupiter, Pollux, and Castor

Sasquatch stumbled upon a scoop shovel
Under the light of a waning Wolf Moon
When darkness would give way to twilight soon
Sasquatch wandered out from his hovel
Onto the beach where he spied a shovel
What is this strange thing? He thought with wonder
Is it useful or a trap to pull me asunder?
Oh, hark! I hear a human coming this way
It’ll have to wait for another day

“Sasquatch? Did you say Sasquatch? We heard he likes to eat cats!”

Dawn

Spunk: “I’m not afraid of no stinking Sasquatch! I kicked his butt six years ago when I slipped through a wormhole, and it took me a month to fight my way back into this dimension.”

Dusk
Black lace tree at dusk

Twilight

Jupiter and friends

Rainbow sun smiles on Christmas Eve
Families decorate their dead
Festive scenes of joy for those
Now ghosts of Christmas past
Who rejoice in silence over love
Shared by those who don’t forget
Loved ones who were, and will always be
In their thoughts, their hearts, their memories






Merry Christmas!

T’was the night before St. Nick’s Day
And all through the house
All the kitties were hiding
Just like a mouse
Why was that? You might ask
What was the cause?
There was one on the prowl
Known as the old Spunkus Klaws
He hunted bad kitties
To have them for dinn
He was ruthless it seems
At rooting out sin
Was he succesful, you ask?
Did the kitties get caught?
Seems Spunkus finding sinners
Washed out, all for naught
As the sun rose on St. Nick’s Day
With a sigh of relief, so did the cats
To celebrate goodness for this and that
While Spunkus Klaws sat down and spat
He growled and he hissed
He scratched on the pole
On the wall he pissed
For missing his goal
With a new pheromone collar
Firmly in place
Spunkus Klaws was much calmer
And ready for peace
As Christmas approaches
The household gets ready
The birds, and the cats
Jake and the roaches
For the mean old Spunkus
To become a nice Claws like Santa
To purr for love and peace
And dance the Kittycabana
Spunkus Klaws: “Aye, pathetic pile of paparazzo puke! I’ll scratch your eyes out and have you for dinn with all the other sorry, schlecht, sinful kitties!”



Spunkus Klaws looks everywhere for sorry, schlecht, sinful kitties.

Gwendolyn: “Ich schwöre, ich war brav!”

“Watcha doin’, Marble?” “Shhhh! I’m hiding from Spunkus Klaws.”

“Pole! Pole! Please unwind, and tell me where I can find… those insolent kitty Katstards!”

Loki: “Ha! Bring it on, Spunkus Klaws!”

“Oh! No! A new phermone collar. I feel myself weakening, and sucumbing to niceness…”

“AAAAaaaarrrrrrrggggg!!!”

Happy to see you back to normal, Spunk!
And then there is Krampus! Tristan, Craig, Shelby, and Sean drove to Munich Sunday morning to see the Krampus Parade and sent us photos. If you don’t know about Krampus, here’s a quick rundown:
Pagan Roots
Krampus is thought to originate in pre-Christian pagan traditions, possibly linked to winter spirits or underworld deities. When Christianity spread through the Alps, these older beliefs weren’t erased—they were absorbed and reinterpreted.
Christian Integration
By the Middle Ages, Krampus became the dark counterpart to St. Nicholas:
St. Nicholas rewards good children
Krampus punishes the bad
He’s typically depicted with horns, cloven hooves, chains, and birch rods, sometimes carrying a sack to cart off misbehaving children.
Krampusnacht
On December 5 (Krampusnacht, the night before St. Nicholas Day), young men dress as Krampus and roam the streets, rattling chains and frightening onlookers. These events—called Krampusläufe—range from traditional to rowdy public parades.
Suppression and Revival
The Church and later governments periodically tried to ban or suppress Krampus as too pagan or disorderly.
In the 20th and 21st centuries, Krampus saw a major cultural revival, spreading beyond Europe into global pop culture.
The photos below were taken by Shelby, Sean and Tristan. The videos were shot by Craig.
“¡Ay, caramba!”


…just a plain poem
Out in darkness, 6 AM
Bright stars shine like twilight’s frost
Shadows move among the trees
Down paths familiar all looks the same
Until a wormhole opens
Do we dare pass through?
Unfamiliar paths winds through broken branches
Grabbing clothes, scratching skin
Elms felled by beavers block the way
Another trail, a tale be told
Finding cranes in all the new places
Shallows wrapped by misty spaces
Path splits! Why? Indicision’s wrath
Left or right? Which one to take
Will one or the other lead to Destiny or Doom?
Tree lies along the trail with a broken back
Sinuous tree, sympathetic, perhaps, lies on the other side
How many feet pass by?
Fog rises off the river
Cranes stand together like Hydra in the mist
Rolling through the tangled trees and brush
Fog consumes the bosque
Rising sun tries to vanquish mist
A hard battle fought
Sunrise overcomes fog’s faux-iron grip
Long beams light crane’s field
Happy to be set free














Dusk




