NIght sky
Cloud-like layers hang in the air
Silence, once jet noise, rings of freedom
To get from here to there in hours’ time
The send from there to here for just a few dimes
Guaranteed delivery by next-day air
Supply chain in the physical cloud
Knights in white satin?
Exhausted to deliver
Us along with the goods
A lifeline for our way of life
Gwendoly working on a load of dirt and leaves
Dusk
Marble hogging the cheese
Cranes reflecting before they fly north
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
Silver: “Hey, Paparazzo! What does it take for a kitty to get some shut-eye around here?”
Neither hither nor thither
Over hill nor dale had he come
To be found lying face down
In a state of perpetual dither
Scooped up into the nether
He was lost
But on the fourth day
He fell back to earth
Dropped by the ether
Under the influence
Of a blue moon
So bright
What’s one to do?
Other than continue the saga
Of Scoopy on a frozen beach
Waiting a spring thaw
Glenda
Glenda, again
Twilight Dawn
Spunk
Latest Spunk Art he created while I was outside photographing the sliver moon.
Darkness after dusk
Moon shining like a star
Jupiter in the tree. Pollux and Castor above.
Twilight
Ein “rabbit” ist in der Nähe
Taking space between the clouds
Accompanied by Wassat
Hanging below Jupiter
Pullox and Castor shine above
Bunny and beaver in the sky
Dawn
Jugging and dipping
Sunrise
Jake got caught in the skeeter net again.
A dreary 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!
Moonsise last night
Lavender Twilight
The coyote was barely visible in the twilight
Spunk
Sunset
Coyotes at dusk
Off Center & Not Even 