Smoke From A Distant Fire

The Sandias and the City of Albuquerque covered by smoke from the Trout Fire in the southwesten part of the state near Silver City this morning.

It was a hot one. The high today was supposed to be 102º F (38.9º C), but on the street it was 117º F (47.2º C) according to my car’s thermometer that records the outside temperature.

I found new Spunk Art when I got home this afternoon.

Jake and I went out for a walk at golden hour. The afternoon breezes had cleared out the smoke that covered the Sandias this morning.

Cotton blowing in the breeze at golden hour.

Ba Ba Ba Bowie

Bowie is fully heterochromic

Jake gave Bowie the courtesy of acknowledging him. That’s more than Jake does for our kitties.

Bowie was playing with Jakes tail

Warn out from wrestling with Jake’s tail.

There was a lot of smoke in the air from wild fires in the area.

Stop! Dead End!

After howling winds blew most of the night from 9:30 pm to 4:00 am, the sky was full of smoke in the morning. The winds had fanned the fires burning in New Mexico. If you are feeling the burn it could be because Uranus is “very close to Sun…” Uranus rises at 5:28 am on May 17th, and it’s “just 10 degrees from the Sun in the sky, so it is difficult or impossible to see it.”

Paul (lower left) and Mary (upper right) were still in the big cottonwood that the nest is in.

Peter, Paul, and Mary this evening.

Sunset

A Beak Peek

While Mama Owl was up in the tree shootin’ the breeze, the little wowls were bobbing around in the nest. One of the wowlets tried to peek over the edge of the nest giving us a little beak peek.

Flowers are blooming despite the drought and freezing mornings.

Mama Owl through a tangle of limbs.

Sun setting behind bare trees and a smokey veil.

Moonrise

A look into the night sky.

Dumpster Burn

There was a dumpster burning when I walked to my car to head home.

The fireman aimed the water gun at the burning dumpster.

The water would not fire on the fire.

Down to a dribble. I sympathize with the poor old pumper.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the firetruck, the other firemen had hooked up a hose to a hydrant and started whizzing on the blaze.

Smoke billowed from the dumpster as the whizzing water doused the flames.

Policemen checked out the progress of the dumpster burn.

Outdoing the Devil

Mother Nature as a way of putting the Devil to shame with her destructive energy. High winds did in our canopy cover, while the air quality index went beyond Biblical proportions, up to a very hazardous 867. It was 699 when I left the office, and I’m sure it was 666 and some point today. You might have guessed that his weekend I will be putting a new cover on the canopy.

Purple Haze

Tiny hummingbird in the tangle heart tree
Chokes on smoke from a distant fire
Purple haze on Sandia’s gray
Pink snuffed out while beaver plays
Owls fall silent have they taken their leave?
A dove coos atop Mia’s tree
Nighthawk flies erratically
Bat cuts through the air
Hangs thick

Desertscapes

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On the way to Payson, AZ

These are a series of desertscapes on our way home from Gila Bend, AZ. There is smoke hanging in the hills from controlled burns.

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North of Gila Bend, AZ

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North of Gila Bend, AZ

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The smoke and the early morning sun make the hills look like paper cutouts.