
The Worm Moon Riseth
On a March night behind clouds
Through trees, it showeth

Pink Dawn

X in the afternoon









Cranes at dusk


Worm Moon


Worm Moon in Resa’s Tree

Worm Moon in a random tree

The Rio Grande at dusk

Last stripes of dusk

Dawn @ 25º F
Geoff bitched at me last night for commenting on his photos rather quickly. I did make a quick pass through them. I can take in images rather quickly. However, I did not read anything he wrote. As I explained to him, my eyes are really messed up, so I can’t see very well to read right now. You may have noticed that I haven’t been posting the images I normally post this time of year, i.e., cranes, owls, other critters, the bosque, and the Rio Grande. With my bad eyes, I don’t feel like going out and looking for things to photograph. I’ve been working on music more than photography lately. As far as other bloggers’ posts, I can read short pieces, but I have to skim longer pieces if I read them at all. As far as a lot of bloggers’ posts I would normally comment on, I don’t comment if the posts require a lot of reading.
Anyway, took a bunch of photos today between working on music videos, watering, playing guitar, doing laundry and dishes, and hearing cats.






House Finch






Spunk in the rags. Marble under a hoodie over the heater vent.



Beaker. He doesn’t like his picture taken. He keeps moving so it’s hard to get a clear shot using effects.



Midday clouds



Midday clouds with a floral filler.


Spunk and Loki



Sunset

The End
It’s been a while since I recorded a new parody. Laurie suggested I write a parody of Elton John’s Benny And The Jets and call it Timmy And The Cats. So I did. And here it is.
Timmy and the Cats
Music by Eton John
Parody Lyrics by Timothy Price
Hey Cats, Beaker shakes loose feathers
You’re scratching on something
That was known as my black leathers
You’ll kill a big fat mouse tonight, leaving it around
I’m gonna hear kitties purring, hissing, solid scratching sound
So, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet?
Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out
T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful
Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you
Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh
T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Hey Cats, even though you are wage-less
You’re all so whiney, but Timmy makes it painless
You’ll all survive, Timmy will make you something out of wood
Where you fight with our parrots out on the sheets
To find who’s bad and who’s good
So Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet?
Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out
T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful
Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you
Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh
T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Say, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet?
Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out
T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful
Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you
Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh whoa
T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Timmae, Timmae and the Cats
Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae Timmae and the Cats
Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae and the Cats
Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae Timmae, Timmae and the Cats
Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae and the Cats
Timmae, Timmae, Timmae, Timmae and the Cats
Timmae
I published Silence Of The Frogs as a poem in 2017 when I was blogging on T & L Photos. I made the poem into a song last summer. It’s a different style from Time To Move On that I posted on Friday.