I stepped down onto the sandbar at Beaver Point last night and found myself in the middle of a coyote convention.
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This one took off on its own stepping over piles of trees and sticks left by the beavers.
He had to take a break to eat some grass and make silly faces while chomping on the grass. Click on the gallery for to enlarge the photos in a slide show.
River Shark reflecting in the Rio Grande
Mermaid out of water wilts
Dancing days are done
Done in by social distance
Distance determined, solo spaces
Spaces empty, filled, masked faces
Faces covered vanquished smiles
Smiles once lifted miens
Miens covered informed eyes
Eyes sad, lonely, longing
Longing for closeness, movement
Movement together, shuffled feet
Feet stepping to the beat
Beat goes on determined song
Song inspires dance
Dance today is deadly
Deadly dancing
Dancing days are done
6:00 am
First moon I’ve seen in weeks. 6:05 am.
Down pour at 2:00 pm.
The first photo in the gallery below was taken at 7:38 pm. The last photo was taken at 8:12 pm. Click on the gallery to view the photos larger, and in a slide show.
Sine wave cut in sand
Meanders like river’s flow
Serpent’s impressions
Dawn
Near sunset
Wings beat on water
Gold on beaks glow
Sun’s final gasp
Dusk pulls shades
Blue over shadowed wings
Highlights rippled across water
Cormorants fly
Sprites dance on currents
Over in a flash
Thunderheads explode
Under clear blue skies
Taunting sunset’s
Cast of colors
Streaming light
Reds, yellows
Blur to orange
Turquoise dances
In the wings
Reflections rippled
Flowing waters
Stilled
Violent thunder
Silenced
Tranquil scene
Exploding beauty
Falling darkness
Soon to cover
All that once had light
Waterway through the cotton
Storm clouds building over the Sandias
A wall of rain
Z. macroura convention
Bright red on the Sandias last night.
Cotton light up by the setting sun.
Golden glow and specs of cotton as the suns sits on the horizon.
Fluffy cotton thunderheads.
Cotton floating in front of the trees.
Tonight’s sunset looking west from the levee.
The red was muted on the Sandias tonight.
Green Eyed Lady. Lovely Lady.
Clouds spilling over the crest of the Sandias.
Gary Grasshopper listening to a course on the New Testament while riding to and from work with me.
The Beetle is singing “I love you! Yah! Yah! Yah!”
View from the Rio Grande looking south.
Our lovely green eyed lady again.
A Crab Spider caught a Pearl Crescent butterfly.
Gary Grasshopper enjoying being ran through the gears
The sunset looking east.
The sun trying to break through the clouds in the west.
Off Center & Not Even 