Pre-dawn
Morning moon
Doppel sleeping on Laurie at 5:00 a.m.
Rio Grande and Sandias at dawn
Another broken cottonwood
Jake
Doppel happy to be safe and secure inside.
A little color at sunset
Dusk
Baby Bullsnake at dusk
Daddy Owl
Spidery cloud at dusk
Venus
Doppel loves to snuggle
Doppel
Doppel decided he had had enough of the wild and asked to come inside at 3:00 a.m. this morning. We took him to the vet for an examination and testing this afternoon. For the most part, Doppel is healthy. No leukemia or FIV. However, he does have an infection of some kind. The vet called at 9:00 p.m. to tell us Doppel would be ready to be picked up in around 30 minutes.
When we left at 9:15 p.m. to get Doppel, the moon was covered by clouds. When we got to the veterinary clinic at 9:40 p.m., the eclipsing moon was emerging from behind the clouds. When we left at 10:12 PM the moon was at peak eclipse. When we got home, the moon was covered by the clouds again.
The moon behind the clouds at 9:15 p.m.
Eclipse at 9:40 p.m.
Eclipse in stereo at 10:02 p.m.
The peak of the eclipse at 10:12 p.m.
The moon was behind the clouds after we got back home with Doppel.
There was a partial eclipse of the moon tonight, but the eclipse was eclipsed by dust and clouds.
The eclipsing moon was rising behing the clouds.
In the dark. No moon. No Rain.
Early morning sky
Willy Nelson would be “On the road again!” Well! Here I am in a rut again.
Trail under tree or tree over trail?
Moon on the verge of fullness
I see critters in the clouds
Intermission
Dusk
Owl at dusk
Can you spot Venus?
While walking in a dark forest in southern Germany on March 15th, I was caught in a sudden cold and violent storm a mile from home. As I trudged through the trees, my boots sinking into the soggy soil, I heard the faint cries of spirits and the mournful lamentations of ghosts swirling through the trees. The cold wind carried their complaints about a dark and violent past through the forest, still echoing sadness about the state of the world. As I scraped mud from my boots and wrung out the rain from my soaked hair, I bid farewell to the ghosts of the forest’s dark past, leaving them outdoors to their eternal lament.
The lyrics are a mixture of English and archaic Goth (somewhat reminiscent of Latin), which seemed appropriate after getting caught in a violent storm in a dark, ancient forest in southern Germany. The chorus is archaic Goth, and the bridge and outro are the translation of the chorus. The pre-outro, or second bridge, is the translation of the Goth used in the third verse.
Pre-dawn
Sunrise
Sunset
Thoughts Turned Cold
Timothy Price
[Verse 1]
Thoughts turned cold, face stung by frozen rain
Plagent wind lamented years of weltschmerz
Checked the date, indeed, the Ides of March march on
[Verse 2]
Archaic thoughts fall into foggy bottoms
Like dark matter filling ancient voids
Persistent question placed on repeat
Oh my god, what have they done?
What have they done?
[Pre-Chorus]
As steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang
[Chorus – Archaic Goth]
Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen
Susurrate atrabilious lacrimonias pang
Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim
[Bridge -Translation of the chorus]
A melancholic sadness about the state of the world
Let out a loud cry to feel a sorrowful discontent
With a loud lemanting wail for the dead
Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget
Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all
[Verse 3]
Scraped spirits off my boots, ploration in querimonious woe
Wrung Nixie from my hair, Kelpie slid to Undine slabs dispersing under foot
Shut the door leaving gasts outdoors, tenebrific exanclate
[Pre-Chorus]
Steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang
[Chorus]
Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen
Susurrate atrabilious lacrimosa pang
Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim
[Pre-Outro – Translation of verse 3]
Loud weeping with complaints of great sorrow
Water spirits shape-shift to elemental ghosts
Making darkness, struggling through suffering
[Outro]
A melancholic sadness about the state of the world
Let out a loud cry to feel sorrowful discontent
With a loud lemanting wail for the dead
Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget
Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all
Old gnarly tree at sunrise
Las grandes tetones de Nuevo Mexico
Colibrí al amanecer
Sunset
Toad amongst turquoise
The river rose for a while last night after the rain.
Who is that masked man?
Dawn
Synchronized sticks
Lost his shirt
Broken
Balloon @ sunrise
Loki
This storm blew in and dropped 0.14 inches of rain on us. We now have 0.21 inches of rain for the month.
Spunk
Critters in the clouds at dusk
We took Jake out for a walk after the rain.
Canadian Geese wading in the river
Sunset
Spunk
Doppel holding on to Laurie, trying to keep her from going inside.
Spunk
The current state of my office
Watching distant rain
Lightning flashes all around
But rain won’t fall here
Speaking of memories, while looking to see if I had taken photos of old paintings of women in gowns in various art gallaries in Paris, France back in 2013, I came across some photos I had forgotten about.
Laurie between the lines, braving the traffic in front of the Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile.
A pair of lost soles on a bridge over the Seine.
Laurie once again between the lines, braving the traffic.
Napoleon’s horse was as dinky as he was.
A Seagull flying around above Paris
The Ginsburg family plot in the Montparnasse Cemetery in Paris. Serge Gainsbourg was a famous singer and is still loved, as you can see from the flowers, metro tickets, and the lipstick kisses on his grave marker. Laurie left a metro ticket, also.
Off Center & Not Even 