I’m trying out a new photo editor called RAW Power. So far it’s pretty good.
Processing a photo of our bunny in RAW Power.
pTerodactyl flying overhead
Buddy working hard
Hummingbird behind
Almost the same devilishly cool temperature inside as outside.
Sunrise looking south
Cresent moon at sunrise
Pretty Peonies
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
Behind all those clouds Jupiter and Venus were conjoining. It’s supposed to be clear on Friday morning for the second conjunction of Jupiter and Venus.
Since I couldn’t see the conjunction, I was hoping for a colorful sunrise, but no such luck.
While it might look like Daisy Duck was gabbing to Donald Duck, she was chasing insects.
A very large wasp ran up to me and then turned and retreated when I moved my foot.
Daisy and Donald kept flying by us and landing ahead of us.
Mama Owl, Tres Wowlets, and Daddy Owl.
Donald and Daisy otra vez.
Clouds over Resa’s, Tiffany’s, and Gigi’s trees in the late afternoon.
Jorge answered the door to find a strikingly handsome young man with cinnamon-colored skin and curly black hair on the other side of the door. “Hi, Dad!” ricocheted off Jorge’s ears, flooding his mind with memories of the blond woman, a serviceman’s wife, with whom he had an affair 20 years ago. “Mom told me all about the affair,” the young man said, reading the emotions on Jorge’s face. “She couldn’t bring herself to have an abortion.”
Dawn
Tristan bought a BMW i3 electric car. It was delivered this morning and she drove it out to show it off this afternoon. It’s a cool car. Well thought out and well designed.
Resa’s Tree under the Big Dipper.
Cary drove his Lincoln land barge to the house tonight. Laurie said “You know how your memories of most things are larger than what they really are? That Lincoln is larger than I remember!” Her grandmother drove Lincoln Continentals. Either way, it’s one big car, and what I found amazing is it has a working 8-track tape deck and, even more amazing, Cary has 8-track tapes. I had an 8-track tape deck in the first car I bought in 1975, a 1966 Rambler American. I hated 8-track tapes because if I forgot to eject the tape cartridge before I turned on to our rough dirt road, the tape deck would eat the tape. I had an 8-track recorder at home in the 70s, and I used to record my favorite songs onto 8-track tapes from records (playlists today) to play in the car. At least when a tape got eaten by the tape deck, I could record another one.
7:00 am (formerly known as 6:00 am) at the office. The sky was wild.
5:00 pm (formerly known as 4:00 pm) when I got home from work. The sky was wild.
6:20 pm (formerly known as 5:20 pm), the almost full March Moon, AKA Worm Moon, would have been rising over the mountains. No moon, but the sky was wild.
Tangle Heart Tree pinching March Clouds.
A wild sky over the Rio Grande and Sandias. The cranes are gone.
When I walked out to Fourth of July Point where I took the above photo, I didn’t see or hear D Wowl. On my way back I heard D Wowl hoot from one of his trees between the clearwater ditch and the irrigation ditch. I couldn’t see him in the darkness, so I called out “Where are you Daddy Owl?” He flew out of the tree and landed on a branch next to me. He didn’t say a word, simply posed. I told him that I had posted photos of him two nights in a row and that everyone was going to get tired of seeing him. I don’t think he believed me.
I continued walking north, and I made a side trip to Beaver Point. D Wowl flew to one of his favorite perches near Beaver Point as I walked by.
Resa’s tree kissed colorful Dawn
Cracked clouds strangled sun
Cracked clouds covered Corrales
The Rio Grande eats bank crumbles
Clouds collided
Cranes look north anticipation
A final gasp glowing color
Daddy perches tangled arches
Tangle Heart pinches purple
Dawn
I didn’t see Daddy Owl when I first went out tonight, and Mama Owl’s ear tufts just barely showed in her nest. I walked over to see the cranes. On the way back from the cranes I could hear Mama Owl hooting from her nest, but there was no answer from Daddy Owl. When I got up to our gate, I heard Daddy Owl answering with different hoots than the normal hoots when he answers Mama Owl. It was getting dark, but I walked down to see what was up with Daddy Owl. He had a gopher. He sat on a large branch and continued his hooting. When the dusk was almost darkness, I saw the silhouette of Mama Owl pop up out of the nest. The Bazooka could not focus on her in the darkness. She flew over to Daddy Owl, he gave her the gopher, and she flew back to her nest. I got a blurry shot right after Daddy Owl gave Mama Owl the gopher.
You can see how much bigger Mama Owl is than Daddy Owl.
Almost half-moon tonight
Dawn
I got home very late tonight after helping the CenturyLink/Lumen tech get us connected to the fiber in our building and troubleshooting the upload speed. After two hours of troubleshooting, we got a good clock speed on Speed Test.
Dissipating clouds after dusting us with snow.
Speedy. We had 50 Mbps up and down. It only took a year to convince CL/Lumin we have fiber in the building.
The sky when I got home tonight.
Off Center & Not Even 