
Dawn

Marble
Spunk

Gwendolyn

Sunset

Sunrise through Resa’s Tree

Sunrise on the Lonsome Sunflower

Spunk asleep at the wheel.



Good Old Beaker. According to the bird age calculator, Beaker is 155 years old in human years.

I stood up for a second, and Marble appeared in my chair.


Cheese line waiting for Loki to finish. Loki thought it was lip-licking good.

Spunk gloving


Sunset

Cheetah in the clouds
Social Disease is on Elton John’s Yellow Brick Road album, released in 1973. While I never drank, smoked, or did illegal drugs when I was a teenager (and still don’t), I loved Social Disease because I could relate to it as my peers thought I was a weirdo. Many teachers and principals told my mom I would grow up to be a no-good-for-nothing social disease. I never rebelled against my parents. I didn’t need to. They left me alone to take care of the animals and the house and irrigate the property through my teen years. But I rebelled against authority and public school. I hated both with a passion.

Loki: “Reach out and touch someone with a social disease!”

Breast Cancer Rose



Marble: “Where’s the cheez?” Loki: “Concetrate hard!” Silver; “¡Milagro!”

Line of cats

Thunderstorm

The sky cleared up quickly yesterday afternoon, so I got to see the sliver moon after all.
While riding my bike this afternoon, I stopped and moved a Hognose snake off the road. I didn’t bother to photograph it. If I had, I would have been obliged to post photos of it, but since I had a very unpaparazzo moment and moved the snake without making it pose for photos, Linda and Herman lucked out.

One of our orchids bloomed. It is not common for us to have orchids rebloom.

Spunk napping in the shade of a trumpet vine
Gwendolyn: “I know you like Heavy Metal, Paparazzo! I like Heavy Cardboard. Death to all but Cardboard!”


Gwendolyn shadow jugging


White lilies

Can you guess what’s in the iron skillet?

Box hugger Sasha keeping me from taking out the boxes I broke down.

Can you guess what’s on the plates?

Sasha: “If you wanted to see more clearly, you could have used the binoculars!”
Spider lily

Spunk: “Who are you calling a ‘Tart?’ Paparazzo Moroncy. Keep your cherries to yourself!”