New Dawn

Dawn

What’s that old adage, “Red sky at morning shepherds take warning”?

We had light snow most of the day. Jake and I went for a long walk in the snow this afternoon. Jake loves the cold and wet.

We visited the cranes

The Tangle Heart Tree and fellow cottonwoods

“Are you going to eat that cheez, Glenda?” “Not with you staring at it like a crazed cheezhead, Sasha!”

You can sort of see the snow falling.

Shey’s Tree

Where’d the Sandias go?

Light snow in the headlights. Click to enlarge.

Da dynamic duo doing Duo — lingo, that is.

Late breaking news. The neighbor’s tree is on fire once again. The snow is bowing the tree’s branches into the powerline. Fortunately, it’s the highline, so there is less chance of it causing a power outage.

Looks a little like Christmas.

Only one fire crew is left watching the fire. The other firemen had to respond to more fires. Wet conditions should keep the fire from spreading further into the tree. The firemen will not attempt to extinguish the fire because they could be electrocuted.

Wañusqakunamanta

WARNING! You may find the above video’s music and content disturbing.

Wañusqakunamanta*
By Timothy Price

Sacrificed
To the gods
Drown in the madness of his name

Smell of the dead
And their sins
Of the dead and their sins
Of the dead and their sins

Take me, take me on a boat to see Arkos
I can’t feel the sea on Arkos

Embrace the truth
And shake us free
Make us free to rise in the end

Meet a person
Of great heart
In custody to persevere

But the devil’s in the way
Yes, the devil’s in the way
Why’s the devil’s in the way

He digs down to the core
To the flesh
And
To the bones

V for Venus

Cranes couldn’t care less

Osric Owl doesn’t give a hoot

Sandias @ the Beach

*Wañusqakunamanta is “Of the Dead” in Quechua. I have been working on the song for a long time. Originally named Weird DST, I wrote the song intending to use it for my 2024 Daylight Savings Time protest song. The idea behind the asynchronization between the metered drums and bass and the unmetered guitar was to simultaneously feel in and out of time. I tried to make the lyrics as strange as the music. I didn’t post it on DST this year because I didn’t finish it in time for the time change. Given the state of the election, I took another look at the song and decided I might as well use it to make a statement about the 2024 election.

The Stragglers

Dawn

Noon

Afternoon

Bloomin’ Blooms

No cranes

A lone crane flew in

Can you find the lone crane in this photo?

It’s on the rocks!

No red on the Sandias tonight

A gang of scrawny-looking teenagers at Fourth of July Point. They probably fell behind and were left on their own to make their way north.

Five cranes flew over the teenage crane’s cuckoo’s nest

Sunset

pTerodactyl in the Twilight