Miscellany

A bit of a dull dawn

Cresent Moon at dusk

Rio Sumba at Tristan’s house

Silly Silver

Spunk, Glenda and Silver

Loki

Sliver

Can you spot the beaver?

That blob is a beaver

Sandias and Rio Grande at sunset

Foot steps on the 100th of an inch of rain we got today.

Dusk

Daddy Owl @ dusk

Dusk again

Sad

Another 24 hours, and there is still snow on the west face of the Sandias.

Loki and Glenda

Sad news! The Tangle Heart Tree took a tumble.

Snow on the mountains, dry as a bone in the valley, the Tangle Heart Tree that succumbed to the drought in 2011, has fallen over.

Late afternoon

Still Crazy @ 66

After I read Why people over the age of 55 are the new problem generation: Baby-boomers are keeping their bad habits into retirement in The Economist in early January, I was reminded that I had a song I had started working on a few years ago called “Still Crazy at Sixty!” Keep in mind that 55-year-olds are the end of the Baby Boom. People aged 66 and 67 are the peak of the Baby Boom.

“Still Crazy at Sixty!” was inspired by Ron Blood, bass player extraordinaire, who suggested that I should write a song about still being crazy at 60. I wrote the lyrics based on me, Joel, and Ron growing up in New Mexico and our various adventures through our youth and adult lives. I didn’t like how the song came out in 2019 and never published it. I messed with it three years later when we turned 63, but still didn’t like how the song turned out. With the inspiration of being part of the new “Problem Generation”, I pulled out the song again, updated the lyrics, but I was frustrated again, still stuck creating another sorry tune, so I had AI help me with the melody and the music. A fresh perspective from an artificial brain made all the difference.

Cranes @ dusk