Ba Ba Ba Bowie

Bowie is fully heterochromic

Jake gave Bowie the courtesy of acknowledging him. That’s more than Jake does for our kitties.

Bowie was playing with Jakes tail

Warn out from wrestling with Jake’s tail.

There was a lot of smoke in the air from wild fires in the area.

Breaking In A Brown Striped Bag

Crescent Moon and Venus

First dragonfly photo of the season

The spider saw its shadow. Does that mean six more weeks of spring?

Peonies

Spunk Art

Another peony

Sasha: “To break in the brown striped bag, or not break in the brown striped bag? That is the comfy question!”

She couldn’t resist

Marble

Spunk after a long night of killing his tail and ears and making Spunk Art.

Standing

After I finished intensive chemo in 2010, I complained to my oncologist about not having feeling in my fingertips or toes. I asked when the feeling would return. She said probably never. I gave her a disappointed look and grumbled about it. She said, “It’s better than the alternative. Stop complaining, you’re still standing above the ground!” She was right. I had no right to complain. She had saved my life, and following her instructions, I never got sick or had any complications that I’d heard so many people had with chemo. After my second bout with cancer, and even more intense chemo than I had with the first bout, there was no chance of regaining much feeling in my fingertips.

As one might imagine, playing the guitar with numb fingertips is challenging. I started relearning to play the guitar in 2018. I wrote the lyrics to Standing in 2019, but never got a tune or music worked out that I liked. I gave AI Music the lyrics and the parameters for the music, and I finally got a song I liked.

Søren knows what it’s like to be standing!

Standing
By Timothy Price

Verse 1
Numb and swollen fingers
Fumble on the strings
I can’t feel the music
I’m Lost in sonic spaces

Verse 2
My guitar rings in my ears
I struggle with the sound
I’m trying to make some music
A joyful noise is what comes out

Chorus
But I won’t complain
And I won’t shed tears
It’s a miracle
That I’m still here
I won’t go down
Or get torn usunder
Becase I’m still standing
Above the ground

Bridge
Errant notes dangle
Then they Fall
Slipped off strings
And fingerboard
They lie scattered
Across the floor
They’re silenced
Under foot

Otro
Numb and swollen fingers
Still fumble on the strings
I still can’t feel the music
I’m still lost in sonic spaces

Stop Sunrise

Can you find the Big Dipper?

Venus and the moon

Stop Sunrise

Mama Dove on her third set of eggs.

Marble

Spunk

Silver

Spunk

Mother’s Day flowers two weeks after Mother’s Day. Laurie had too much school work to celebrate Mother’s Day.

Sunset