Clouds tried to hold onto the Bloody Worm Moon
But it slipped through the clouds
Dawn
Cloud skullduggery
The river is down. The cranes are out!
Silver
Sunset
What’s the mystery shot of?
Where cranes once foraged
A lone duck stood reflecting in the shallows
Silence pushed against the current
Winter yawned while preparing her bed
Spring stirred under leafy covers
Dreaming colors that wait her awakening
The moon and Jupiter partnered up to square dance with Castor and Pollux last night.
Sunrise
Scoopy’s view of the cranes at sunrise
Loki and Silver
Loki being off center and not even
Spunk blessed the new baby Tarantula with his tail. Mama Tarantula is on her way.
Twilight
Discovered at dawn
Acronymphomania
Scratched in the beach sand
It’s like the cranes are in a sauna when it’s a devilishly cold -6.66º C (20º F) outside.
Glenda, Silver and Sasha by Laurie.
Another Twilight
Cranes in the shallows
Waining Snow Moon reflecting on iced river
Il Paparazzo’s long shadow from the waning Snow Moon waked Scoopy from his slumber on the frozen beach.
Scoopy gave Jake a hug! ♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2 = Shovels (spades) need love, too!
Mist on the river. It was 22º F (-5.6º C) this morning.
Black-laced tree at the Winter Moon. Black-laced tree at dusk.
Spunk, Gwendolyn and Silver
Daddy Owl
Twilight
Scoopy was scooped into another dimension. All I got was an abstract blur as he was scooped up into the nether. Bye Scoopy. We’ll miss you.
Coyote @ Dawn
Synchronized sleeping in
Dusk
Who’s horsing around?
Jake is not the only one who’s frisky in the sub-freezing temperatures.
No horsing around with you pesky Paparazzo!
Dawn
I’ve read forecasts for snow and cold all over the country, and we are forecast to get some of it. We really need any precipitation we can get, so I’m not going to complain. And while it’s been cold here, our cold has been nothing compared to the reports from the Midwest and Canada.
Did you say Snow?
Silver, Marble, and I are relaxing in front of the fire.
The Last Dawn
Spunk: “Whatcha cookin’, Paparazzo? It smells like fine cooking.”
Paparazzo: “Black-eyed peas, for the New Year, of course! We cook them every year. Remember?”
Spunk: “If it doesn’t have catnip, mice, or squeezy treats, I flush it from my kitty memory banks!”
Marble: “Nope! I’m not looking at the camera, pesky paparazzo. Why don’t you photograph that spider on the ceiling instead of pestering me?”
Jake patiently waiting for more scraps of fine cooking
Spunk: “Hmmm! I think that spider on the ceiling would go well in the black-eye pees!”
Paparazzo: “They are Black-eyed peas, as in legumes.
Spunk: “As I was saying, Jake lifts his legume and pees on the beans, giving them black-eyes!”
Paparazzo” “You are beyond hope, Spunk!”
Glenda: “Is this pose adorable enough for you, pathetic Paparazzo with the cat habit?”
The last moon
Silver: “It’s a little sad to leave 2025 behind!”
The last dusk was feeling blue
Dawn
One bean short of a full house
Our new recliner in the Library
Silver socked in again
Dawn
Silver and the Gang
Actung! Paparazzo! Put down the phone and give me attention.
Admit it, pathetic paparazzo! I look great in silhouette, don’t I?
Off Center & Not Even 