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.
Clouds tried to hold onto the Bloody Worm Moon
But it slipped through the clouds
Dawn
Cloud skullduggery
The river is down. The cranes are out!
Silver
Sunset
What’s the mystery shot of?
Where cranes once foraged
A lone duck stood reflecting in the shallows
Silence pushed against the current
Winter yawned while preparing her bed
Spring stirred under leafy covers
Dreaming colors that wait her awakening
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
Dawn
Spunk Art at 4:00 am
Spunk Art at 6:00 am
Big Bend
Spunk Art at 8:00 am
Sunset
Dusk
Mama Owl at dusk
Vato Kitty is convalescing at Laurie’s parents’ house after sustaining some serious wounds from fighting.
I showed some riders how to get to the river bed on their horses.
Jake trying to catch a little shade.
“Hey, Paparazzo! What did you do with that roadrunner you shot yesterday?”
“Look out! He’s Right behind you!”
“Talk to the tail! Stupid paparazzo!”
Dragon Tree
Twilight Dawn
6 eyes, 8 ears
Dusk
Cranes at dawn
Dawn
On a pilgrimage
From Germany came to see
Scoopy on the beach
Sunset offered more color than dawn.
We’ve had high winds the last two days that have blown most of the dried leaves off of Resa’s Wolf Tree.
The wind did not blow away the color at twilight this morning.
The goose thought the old paparazzo wouldn’t see it if it stuck its head in the water!
Glenda
Fewer leaves on Resa’s Wolf Tree at sunset than were there at twilight.
Fuzzy mountains from the dust
Cranes flew by fast with the tailwind.
The cranes hovered in the wind when they were coming in for landing.
The wind blew away Dawn’s color
Buddy giving the old pesky paparazzo a “Squint like Clint” look. “Go ahead, punk! Make my day!”
There was a little more color at sunset.
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
Off Center & Not Even 