Subtle pinks and purples covered the Sandias while I waited on the beach for the full moon to rise.
A phalanx of Phalacrocorax brasilianus flew by.
A grasshopper blended in with the grains of sand.
Tiny toad among cottonwood sprouts.
Fish stirred the waters as they swam in the shallows against the current.
Tiny heart-shaped blossoms reflected the moonlight.
The last photograph of the moonrise before I headed north to see the owls.
As we walked through the bosque on our way to see the owls, New Mama Owl flew out of a cottonwood, preched on branch near us, and surveyed her surroundings while we talked to her. She flew off when a couple with a dog walked by.
Heading on north to see the owlets, a coyote ran across our path and disappeared into the foliage.
With the moon making a halo around his head, New Owl gave me his ever familiar "Make my day!" look as we stared at each other in the darkness.