Cloud Ate Moon

Stop! Dead End!

Cranes foraging at dawn

Sunrise

Jake enjoying the sunrise

“I say, I say there! You’re bothering me boy!”

Flicker

Spunk: “Flicker, you say?”

Taboo

Bowie waiting for us

Bowie was playing with Jake’s tail. Jake didn’t care. He was looking for a handout.

View of the rain on the west side from the east side.

Rain, Shine & High Water

Storm clouds

Wet rose

Burning bush

Taboo

Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree is confused with putting on red leaves for fall and blooming at the same time.

Sunshine and rain at the same time

Spunk

The river running high from the rain

Glenda: “Whoa! That’s a lot of water!”

Rain and shine on the Rio Grande

Doppel: “Lovely light, il Paparazzo! I like looking at it in photos instead of real time in the rain.”

Jake contemplating the rising river

The Last Dragonfly

Dawn

Sunrise. The river was up from the rain.

Taboo

The last Dragonfly

Jake giving me a lazy greeting when I got home.

Taboo again

Sun peeking through angry stormclouds

The river running a few feet higher at sunset

A cluck of cranes on the other side of the river because there were no islands to stand on.

Sunset

Doubled

Rio Grande at 5:30 a.m. this morning running about 4 feet higher than the night before.

We got a major thunderstorm at midnight last night that dumped almost 3/4 of an inch of rain. When I got up, the rain gauge showed double the amount of rain from when I went to bed. We now have 1.43 inches of rain for the month. I did another five-mile walk in the rain again this morning.

Clouds on the Sandias at dawn

The Rio Grande at 7:00 a.m. this morning up another 2 or more feet from 5:30 a.m.

The place where I stepped down to take the 5:30 a.m. photo was under water at 7:00 a.m.

Jake met me at the gate and got a short ride to my parking spot when I got home this afternoon.

Taboo Rose

Spunk with Doppel in the background

Doppel

Sunset

The river had gone down about 4 feet by dusk. The place I step down to take photos was no longer underwater, but too muddy to step on, unless you’re a dog.

Water was still flow the full width of the river at dusk.

No Fly

Hey! What do you think you’re doing? The balloon officials said we are not supposed to fly this morning.

Even though it was a no-fly morning, this King Fisher went flying by.

Dawn

Taboo

Spunk & Moon

Spunk is really getting into orchiding.

Crows hanging on in the wind.

Sleepy, with Mona Lisa behind him, trying to duck out of the wind. Major Tom Peepers has flown to another tree.

A fly on Taboo.