
Twilight Dawn

Spunk


Latest Spunk Art he created while I was outside photographing the sliver moon.

Darkness after dusk

Waning Wolf Moon over Jupiter, Pollux, and Castor

Sasquatch stumbled upon a scoop shovel
Under the light of a waning Wolf Moon
When darkness would give way to twilight soon
Sasquatch wandered out from his hovel
Onto the beach where he spied a shovel
What is this strange thing? He thought with wonder
Is it useful or a trap to pull me asunder?
Oh, hark! I hear a human coming this way
It’ll have to wait for another day

“Sasquatch? Did you say Sasquatch? We heard he likes to eat cats!”

Dawn

Spunk: “I’m not afraid of no stinking Sasquatch! I kicked his butt six years ago when I slipped through a wormhole, and it took me a month to fight my way back into this dimension.”

Dusk
Black lace tree at dusk

Twilight

Jupiter and friends

Rainbow sun smiles on Christmas Eve
Families decorate their dead
Festive scenes of joy for those
Now ghosts of Christmas past
Who rejoice in silence over love
Shared by those who don’t forget
Loved ones who were, and will always be
In their thoughts, their hearts, their memories






Merry Christmas!