pTerodactyl Tree Morning

Jupiter shining through the clouds last night. I have no idea what the alien mushroom is.

Lacy trees under cloudy sky

First view of the pTerodactyl in the tree this morning.

pTerodactyl in deep thought

Sasha wearing Spunk’s ears

Morning moon

Frost-edged cottonwood leaf

Sandhill cranes foraging in a field.

Sandias with snow

Sandias behind dead trees

Déjà Foo

Moon rising behind clouds

The persistence of “the same as it ever was” is alive and well. Photos of night-time, the moon, planets, dawn, sunset, and dusk prevail. It’s déjà foo† all over again. And again. And again. And again…

Venus at dawn

Moon at dawn

Silver-lined clouds near sunset

Water backed up behind a beaver dam in the Cleatwater ditch

Gigi’s tree with clouds at sunset.

Cranes flying to roost at dusk

†Foo is a metasyntactic variable used to represent an unspecified entity (how I currently identify). It can be used to name entities such as variables, functions, and commands whose exact identity is unimportant and serves only to demonstrate a concept…

A Wrinkle In Time

Dawn

Resa’s Tree at Sunrise with greens, golds, and browns.

We encountered Sir Smokey Kitty in the Castle of Gwendolyn the Faire. Her castle is truly over the hills and far away from where we live.

In the 14th century, Gwendolyn the Faire would have invited up to 10,000 people to her banquets. The Erbolate (Herbed Eggs) required around 11,000 eggs to prepare. In these time-warped days where medieval traditions fall out of the wrinkles, Gwendolyn the Faire only had to feed 30 medievalists. It was still quite a feat, and the preparation of the courses was masterful.

Bottles from medieval wine, ale, and mead. The menu. The cookbook used for the medieval courses.

Goblets waiting and whining for wine. The food was excellent and consumed with pleasure. A mix of modern and medieval.

Resa’s Tree with cranes at sunset.

Cranes glow at sunset.