Feline, to the Nines

My poor cat.

Gothic Gratitude

Have a hardcore Thanksgiving.

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These

Are the leftovers of my madre's drinking. It looks much less appetizing in action than still life. It's also wasteful, but I don't particularly want to make a stew out of it. What can I say?--I'm American.

Water, water, everywhere...

Aunt Bee took some pics of the sky the night of that hurricane in Hagerman. Freakish.
















This is supposed to be someone's yard, not a lake.































Well, at least somebody's liking the flooding.
















The sound and the fury of the Falls is magnificent right now. Although I suggest you don't go when there's driving rain/sleet/mist, as there sometimes is. (Only in Idaho does it snow on Easter, only to be hitting up to 70 degrees two days later.)





























































I'm just glad it's spring.

Orange & Blue...

sweeping, crumbling-- soil and wheat
















whispy, wand'ring-- phantom clouds
















billow, bubble-- free the rain....
tremble, flashing-- bolts of light
















nourish, liven-- purify...
burning, floating-- sky aflame....
















branches, shadow-- earthly hues...















sprinkly, spangle-- darkened dirt...















droplets, splashing-- famine's bane....




















ending, twilight--swiftly dark...

Well...

It was a looong Saturday (thus all the pictures), but a beautiful one:
















Even though traces of fall remain...

















Spring is in the earth, if not in the air...

The 'colours' of Spring

This is what I call "overcast"...
















And this is the color of wind:
















It's a cheery season here in Idaho, eh?

















Dead leaves, greenish-brown grass...

















And some kid threw his baseball into our backyard...

















Ain't it lovely here? LOL