I remember being outside one morning at the end of January when the temperature was 7º F (-13.8 C) at 7:00 a.m. I was wishing for summer heat. Now that the summer heat is here, I started thinking about that cold morning in January, and the song I wrote about it.
Gwendolyn and Silver succumbed to temptation.
Sasha on the can
Loki helped with laundry
Loki gives Il Paparazzo the paw
Marble and Glenda synchronized napping.
Sliver moon
Thunderheads that gave us a short downpour this afternoon.
Moon reflecting in the irrigation ditch.
Sunset
Three Amigos. Tres castrores en el río.
Sunrise
Fluffy poodle cloud
Flora Vieja
Spunk Art
Sunset
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.
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
The moon and Venus
A lonesome dove at dawn
Peony
Peony
Gwendolyn: “What’s with all this pukey pink and red stupid pathetic, pantywaist paparazzo? Can’t you grow something sensible like black peonies and roses?”
Loki
Sunset
A) Puck*
B) Peony
C) Pepo**
*A moon named after a character in Shakespeare that is orbiting Uranus.
**A synonym for watermelon. Fruits in the shape of watermelons.
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
