
Dawn

Labored on Labor Day
And wore out the Spunk
Cleaning, organizing
And throwing out junk
Recovered the bench press
And Hung up the bikes
New Naugahyde stretched
And paw prints delight

Spunk, Silver and Glenda



Iceberg


Sunset

Resa’s Tree was having a wild hair day at dawn.



Towhee singing a morning song.


A Mountain Chickadee made a quick stop on the garden cart. I barely got in two shots edgewise.

Butterfly on Brian’s favorite flower.
Lady Banks. Our first rose to bloom.

Contrails at dusk disturbed the ghosts, who went plasmatic on me.




Venus and Sliver Moon in western sky. Clouds, contrails, and stars in southern sky. Stars over luminous cottonwoods in northern sky.
Resa’s Tree blowing off steam after having wild hair at dawn.

Hmmm! Temperatures aligned.




Sliver moon left. Procyon middle right. Alhena upper right. Sirius far right.

This rose is a great representation of aging.
A Timku
How are you doing?
Toxic liver, bad kidneys
Mr. Happy’s sad

Sirius is the bright star in the center third of the photo below Orian’s Belt.

A closer view. I don’t know what was making the streak to the left of Orian’s Belt. It changed position slightly from the first shot.

Jupiter is in the lower right at the treeline.

Mars, The Pleiades, and Uranus are aligned.

A swarm of Painted Ladies descended on our purple salvia this morning. The Checkered Whites have been around for a while.



