No Timku Tuesday…

…just a plain poem

Out in darkness, 6 AM
Bright stars shine like twilight’s frost
Shadows move among the trees

Down paths familiar all looks the same
Until a wormhole opens
Do we dare pass through?

Unfamiliar paths winds through broken branches
Grabbing clothes, scratching skin
Elms felled by beavers block the way

Another trail, a tale be told
Finding cranes in all the new places
Shallows wrapped by misty spaces

Path splits! Why? Indicision’s wrath
Left or right? Which one to take
Will one or the other lead to Destiny or Doom?

Tree lies along the trail with a broken back
Sinuous tree, sympathetic, perhaps, lies on the other side
How many feet pass by?

Fog rises off the river
Cranes stand together like Hydra in the mist
Rolling through the tangled trees and brush

Fog consumes the bosque
Rising sun tries to vanquish mist
A hard battle fought

Sunrise overcomes fog’s faux-iron grip
Long beams light crane’s field
Happy to be set free

Dusk

A Sinuous Walk

Cat sees dog

The slow acceptance

Note to self. “Don’t get so close to dawg!”

Jupiter over Resa’s Wolf Tree. Orion on the right.

A sinuous walk
Winding through three sunder miles
Born to see the light

Sunset

Dusk

Critter Fest

Our morning walk started with a beautiful crescent moon peeking through the clouds.

Clouds capped the Sandias.

Lots of cranes huddled together at dawn

The beavers were up early and splashing a warning that there was a dangerous paparazzo with a big yellow dog standing near the edge of the water.

A Bosque Bunny was up early, also.

Sunrise

Kitties: “It’s too early and too cold for you to be pestering us, pesky Paparazzo!”

Don’t you think it’s a little early to be hitting the catnip, Silver?

Spunk: “What are you looking at me for? Jake did it!”

Jake: “I didn’t do it! I swear! I’m telling you the truth. You know Spunk is lying. He’s always trying to get me in trouble.”

It looks like you got caught in the mosquito net again, Jake.

Sunset

The morning clouds left a dusting of snow on the crest.

Daddy Owl @ dusk

Dumb Questions

Sunrise

Glenda

“Are you going to eat that cheez, Marble?” “No! I’m going to make us both suffer, Silver!”

Gwendolyn: “You tell him, Marble!”

Ein Messer für deine Gedanken, Spunk?

Dumb question, Paparazzo!

Silver stretch

Sunset

A Starship on the horizon

Santa Cynthia

Cranes @ dusk

Der Hund von Bosqueville

The Seven Sisters (The Pleiades) over Resa’s Golden Wolf Tree

The porcupine I almost stepped on when we took Jake out on a walk after dark last night.

The Pleiades rising over the Sandias

Sand dunes in the night sky

Sunrise

Der Hund von Bosqueville

Belafonte checking out the washing machine

Loki: “I thought you washed Belafonte!”

Sunset

Dusk

Beaver Moon From Beaver Point

Cranes in the mist at dawn

Dawn from Beaver Point, 4th of July Point, and South Beach

Sunrise from the edge of the Barrens

Map of the morning walk to show the points of dawn and sunrise photos of the Rio Grande and Sandias. The evening walk was the same, but we only went down to South Beach and back.

Volcano and golden cottowoods at sunrise

Glenda

Spunk

Afternoon

Beaver Point, 4th of July Point, and South Beach at sunset

Cranes at South Beach at sunset

Volcano and golden cottonwoods at dusk

Beaver Moon rising

Beaver Moon rising as seen from Beaver Point

The Super Beaver Moon is 100% full tonight and does not pass the meridian.