Remembering Rozencrantz
We buried Rosencrantz next to Guildenstern under the light of the moon last night. I bought Rosencrantz and Guildenstern on a 2 for 1 special at a pet store in Rio Rancho in 2000, before selling cats at pet stores was outlawed. We had gotten Diné in September of 1999, so the three of them were our Y2K kitties. Guildenstern died in August of 2016, and Diné died in April last year, so it is surprising that Rosencrantz out lived both Guildenstern and Diné, given his kidney problems since 2014 after he got in a fight with a dog, and ended up with a very bad infection. We had been giving him subcutaneous fluids daily since 2015. Rosencrantz was the last of our Y2K kitties and we really miss him, Guildenstern and Diné, along with the others we have lost over the past few years.
Rosencrantz 2003. I got my first digital camera in 2003.
GQ Pose
Mad dogs
He loved rolling in catnip
Cat O' Blinds Tale
While I was waiting for my new, used Macbook Pro to come in, I cleaned up a lot of dead foliage out of the wisteria and trumpet vines growing on the sides of the house. There was a large tangle of vines that mostly covered the east facing bedroom window. After years of use and cats crashing through them, the mini-blinds we had on that window were unusable, so I had removed them quite some time ago. With the covering of vines gone, the sunrise shines directly on our pillows this time of year. After waking up to a blinding sun Saturday morning, I went directly to Lowe's, bought a set of vertical blinds and installed them on the window. I figured vertical blinds would be much more cat friendly than mini-blinds, and Najar demonstrated just how kitty friendly the new blinds are.
No Photos
My MacBook Pro has gone south. I cannot pinpoint the issue, but something is keeping it from booting. Apple can't do much because it's 6 years old, outside their window of support. Since it exhibits the same behavior from four different hard drives with four different versions of Mac OS X, and while trying to boot in recovery mode over the Internet, I, with agreement of an Apple tech I got some phone support from, determined the problem is not associated with hard drives or the operating system. Until I can get a suitable replacement computer photos are on hold.
You've Got Gull
Eagle-like
"No! It's NOT flamingo! It's called 'Flamenco'!"
Ostriching
¡Hasta la vista Baby!
Mya's Love
Vintage Indian Motorbike
Vintage and custom bicycles at the car show.
Mya's "Love" lowrider bike
Raggedy Ann with maybe Andy crossdressing
Love bike
This is a true lowrider bike complete with a hydraulic system
Crow Show
Crows had gathered in the trees above the path to the beach. They perched, flew, landed, cawed, laughed at us, and carried on with aerial antics as we walked trough the brush out onto the beach. From the beach they swarmed the shores and the trees, often skimming the water before taking off and flying south over the bosque along El Camino Cuervo. While there were scads of crows along the Rio Grande, there were only a few cranes to be seen and heard before sunset.
Gathering
After the sun faded away, and the Sandias turned gray, we walked north about a mile. As we were walking back in almost total darkness, the river suddenly came alive with the squawking of geese and chatter of cranes that sounded like thousands of them talking all at once. The squawks and clucks came closer at times as pairs and small flocks of cranes and geese flew over us. We could barely make out their silhouettes under the stars, but we could see they were flying north. I made a short video of the chatter in the darkness, added a poem with some footage I took of the cranes and geese flying south over the Rio Grande in December.
Crows on the water, on the bank, in the trees and in the air.
Nice form dude!
Hey ya'll watch this!
Stealth bomber
El Camino Cuervo
WAR 600
I have never seen Breaking Bad, but this 1962 Chevrolet Impala is an impressive tribute to the show.
Giving a Hoot
A pair of Great Horned Owls are on a branch way back in the center of the photo. It was quite a bit darker than the photo. I brought up the exposure by several stops.
Ozzy and Olivia Owl were having quite a conversation last night when we were out walking in the bosque after sunset. They are really cute when they hoot because they lean forward and stick their tails in the air. While I was out the bosque tonight, a heard an owl hooting, but couldn't see it. I called out asking where the owl was, and Olivia flew up on a branch where I could see her posed for a few minutes and then flew off to another appointment.
Ozzy on the left and Olivia on the right.
Both are hooting. Ozzy really has his tail up.
Watching the last of the light fade on the Sandias.
Olivia, telling Ozzy a thing or two.
Olivia doing her impression of an owl.
Giving a last hoot before flying to another spot.
A Bloody Touch of Blue
I shot the first moon at the top of the photo at 3:58 am, and I shot the last moon disappearing behind the tree at 6:47 am. By 6:48 am, the moon had slipped behind the clouds on the horizon and was no longer visible. The moonshots between the first and last moonshots were taken approximately 16 minutes apart. As the dawn started to creep in, the red-orange color of the blood moon changed to a purplish pink color before it got swallowed up by the cold blue sky and clouds on the horizon. The temperature was 18º F for this early morning photo shoot of the super blue blood moon.