Worm Moon at Dawn
Cranes flying up north from down south are passing through.
“What’s this uppity women from the Middle Ages stuff? What about uppity middle-aged cats from the here and now? I’m going to go medieval on that paper!”
Sunset
Beaver in the pink
Cranes that flew from down south, on the way north, roosting at 4th of July Point for the night.
The moon dancing around in line with Pullox and Castor. A jetline on the left, Jupiter on the right.
A few stars
What’s El Vato checking out?
Did you guess?
Loki iridescenting it the sunshine
Spunk tried to be iridescent. Fail!
While we were out in the garden, Spunk brought his tail out and blessed the deck.
Loki
Fuzzy moon
Sunset
A two-headed Gooseness monster in a sea of red.
Red hue at dusk
I thought it was safe to go into the kitchen! Fool! Living in a kitty’s paradise.
A silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy
The silver-haired Sasquatch was hanging ten before he went for a weird balance to hang five. SHS and Scoopy were defying gravity.
Coyote: “That silver-haired Sasquatch is a weirdo!”
The cats don’t care about no stinking silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy!
The sandias were orange tonight.
Sunrise on VD
Besides making a great name for a rock band, Love & VD seemed an appropriate title for VD. The popularity of both in 2026 may be in question as fewer people have been hooking up and shacking up in recent years. For old, married folk, there is plenty of romance to be found in a heart-shaped pizza!
Jake and I walked through a tangled tunnel of love with pink markers this morning, and ran into…
The cranes were not in a loving mood
Jake found himself with a river to the left of him, bosque on the right. There he was, stuck in the middle with tree.
Does anyone remember “Tunnel Of Love” by Dire Straights?
“BIG YAWN! That’s what I think about Love & VD. There’s no way I can love a dawg, especially not a Virtual Dawg!”
We ran into a sweet Bernese Mountain Dog on our evening walk.
The Sandias were a nice VD red at sunset
Twilight
Sunrise
Paparazzo: “I hear a tail tell tale that you’ve been sneaking Squeezy Treats!”
Gwendolyn: “I didn’t expect the Paparazzo Inquisition!”
Paparazzo: “Nobody expects the Paparazzo Inquisition!”
Gwendolyn: “Well, that’s a tall tale told by a terribly troubled tattletale if you ask me.”
Paparazzo: “I’m going to have to have you tailboarded to get the truth of the matter.”
Gwendolyn: “You aren’t scaring me with your pathetic, Paparazzo Grand Inquisitor nonsense.”
Paparazzo: “You asked for it…”
Paparazzo: “Hmmm! It looks like the Adversary is on break. Lucky you, Gwendolyn!”
Gwendolyn: Whew! Looks like I dodged the Spunky art tailboarding torture. Stupid, pathetic prehistoric Paparazzo, out-of-touch Neanderthal trying to pull his out-dated Paparazzo Inquisition over my eyes. He’s obviously watched way too much Monty Python in his impressionable youth.
Crane at dusk
Beckoned by Twilight, the Sirens called
“Come to the island with frozen sand
You can walk on water, sweet voices sang
The river is down, and the current runs thin…”
With my ears verily tortured, I nearly took the plunge
Deluged by temptations, as the Sirens’ songs were sung
“Think of the photos from the frozen sand
Surrounded by water that moseys along
Reflecting the moonlight like polished glass
Come to us! Come to us! Come to us! Come…”
Curious coyote
Dragon kitty
Spunk: “What’s this sick Sirens’ songs sung stupidity you’re spewing, Paparazzo? You know you can’t walk on water. Trying to take some funky photos surrounded by water while standing on frozen sand is not worth drowning for. Besides, if you end up as a bottom feeder in the Rio Grande, who’s going to feed me?”
The moon and Jupiter were close last night.
It drained all the energy from Spunk’s tail to stand by the cat door the night before last. He had to charge his tail again last night.
The moon shining through the window at 4:00 in the morning
We got a pair of pink tarantulas to send to Tristan for Valentine’s Day.
The big tarantula is really big and cuddly
Spunk was helping with boxing the tarantulas and weighing the package so I could create a shipping label.
You’re knocking it over, and you’re going to squish Belafante!
“I squished Belefonte? Now, way, Ese! You’re pulling my tail!”
“You couldn’t have done it without my help!”
“Come on, Paparazzo and Silver! Let me have a break after packing those tarantulas!”
Crane tracks. Cluck! Cluck!
Daddy Owl in the tree just south of our deck.
Jake is sad becuase they shaved the tumbleweeds off the levee
Off Center & Not Even 