Tag: Roses

Who Can You Believe?

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Sunrise

Sandias @ 8:57 am

Gwendolyn’s favorite pose of late

“I didn’t do it, Spunk! No! Really! I swear! I did not sneak and eat your food!”

“Yeah! Right, Jako Dawg! You can fool that pesky, pathetic paparazzo with your puppy dog eyes, but you can’t fool me!”

“You believe me, don’t you, paparazzo?”

Ducks In The Mist

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Dawn

Wet dog at dawn

Jake and I went out at daybreak to open the irrigation gate. While I was cleaning out the ditches as the water flowed in, Jake got all wet romping around in the cool early morning wetness. There was enough rain up north over the past week to raise the water level in the river enough to irrigate.

Sunflower: “Jake! You are such a silly dog!’

Ducks in the mist

After I got all the leaves out of the ditches, Jake and I went on a walk to the river and saw ducks in the mist.

More ducks in the mist

Mist sans ducks

Rio Grande and Sandias at dawn

Glenda

Jake was worn out after romping around, getting all wet, and watering all the tumbleweeds on the way to and from the river.

Veteran’s Honor

Marble snuggled in with Laurie while Laurie was sitting on the couch, reading.

Sunset

Plugged In

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Sunrise

A friend dropped by, and we played guitar for a while. Silver plugged in after my friend left.

Paddleboarders on the Rio Grande

Una señora pato

Blue Grosbeak on blue

So, so you think you can tell 
Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain 
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? 
A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?†

†”Wishing You Were Here” by Pink Floyd.