Resa’s Wolf Tree under a cracked cloud in morning
The Spunk Awareness Ribbon pose
Glenda: “Why are we supposed to be aware of Spunk?”
Silver: “Listen clueless, pathetic paprazzo. We should ‘Beware’ of Spunk!”
Intermission
We Care! To be Aware of Spunk.
Marble sleeping off celebrating Spunk Awareness.
Cumulonimbus stalking Resa’s Wolf Tree
Corn Moon rising
Between the lines
Dawn
Day
Afternoon
Dusk
By the light of the moon
Thunderheads that gave us a short downpour this afternoon.
Moon reflecting in the irrigation ditch.
Sunset
Three Amigos. Tres castrores en el río.
It’s like eeEEeeek!
The storm is one of my recent songs. It has some really high notes that are held out. It took many takes to get them right, but I managed.
The Storm
by Timothy Price
[Verse 1]
Riding on the edge of night
Rainbow storms play on left
Sun shines on the right
[Chorus]
Light bounces off gray clouds
Shadows cling to the ground
Dead trees stare at useless rain
Much too late to ease the pain
[Verse 2]
Standing against the wind
Vultures circle overhead
Wishing my demise
[Bridge]
Angels ride
On lightning bolts
The gods argue
Their thunder rolls
Primary colors
Come undone
Trying to calm
The violence
Of the sun
[Outro]
Light bounces off gray clouds
Shadows cling to the ground
Dead trees stare at useless rain
Much too late to ease the pain
May’s Flower Moon
Dusk
Full Moon Rising
Spunk Art!
Sunset
Moonrise
After getting clocked by Inchy
Intermission: Silver is not happy about being photobombed by Jake.
The clock Inchy clocked me with. A nice 70s analog date cock he sent from Nottingham, England.
Moonset
Moonset
Jugging
Sunset
March Moonset
Watching the owls
Sunset from the orchard.
Partly cloudy, cold winds, but no snow for the Snow Moon.
Off Center & Not Even 