



Dusk

Loki: “Well, guys! It’s looking like dèjá pathetic paparazzo poo all over again!” Marble: “Yeah! Another SNAFU by that sorry sack of socially challenged, senile sheep sheddings!” Silver: “I can’t bear to look!”

Marble: “Dibs! I got it first this time, Loki. Back off!”

Loki: “Dang! I’m getting as slow as that suffering sack of senile soap suds snaping the shutter!”



Spunk

Ghost lace trees

Dawning on December
The last month of the year commences, and the temperatures have dropped. It was 13ºF (-10.6ºC) this morning. Jake went out and frosted is peeshooter.

Get a Christmas Wish
Daisy Red Rider Carbine
You’ll shoot your eye out

Sliver, Glenda, Spunk

Spunk Art



Cranes flying the Rio Grande to roost at sunset

