Big Sky Calling is an instrument piece I wrote and finished recording this morning.
New Year’s Timku
Hope you keep your flame burning
Prosper and be free
New Year’s Spunku
Will things go to pot?
Black-eyed peas will help us through
See in twenty-three
The last moon of 2022
Cranes flying on the Crow highway
Landing gears down
Large bird in the clouds
Moon, clouds, contrails, and Tangle Heart Tree
Roadrunner in the clouds
Fuzzy moon over Shey’s tree
Crossing beaks for a great 2023
Will I ever learn
The moon scolds me, “You’re not home!”
Freaking late again
Dawn couldn’t color the sky
Frozen from white into shades of gray
Sun painted Sandias red between blues
Jupiter jumped over the moon
I haven’t taken photos of the Sandias from the north end of Corrales in a long time. The Sandias were particularly rugged looking in the light of the setting sun this afternoon.
Sunset looking south from the north end of Corrales.
When I got home, the sun had set and the clouds were pink and red.
A Bonus Birdie
I also found this Dark-eyed Junco sitting on the path. I reached down to see if it would fly and it hopped onto my finger. It was alert, but it refused to fly. I tried to put it on a branch in the black bamboo, but it kept hopping back in my hand. I looked under its wings and inspected its body. I did not see any injuries. I took it inside and showed it to Laurie, then I walked down to the infinite shed of doom with the Junco still perched on my finger to get a bird cage to put it in for the night. I figured if it wasn’t going to fly, a cage would be a safe place for it to recover from whatever was keeping it from flying. It stayed on my finger inside the infinite shed of doom while I scrounged around in the dark looking for a cage. I finally found a cage, walked back outside, showed the cage to the Junco, and asked it if it wanted to spend the night in the cage in the house. At that point, I think it decided it couldn’t deal with the cage and flew away. I was relieved to see it fly.
When I walked out of a store at sunset, the sky was wild over the Sandias. On my way home the sky was very distracting. I stopped several times facing icy winds, crossing busy streets, and getting stickers in my socks to photograph the quickly changing wild sky.
Clouds at sunrise after rain in the night.
Pink snow on the Sandias at sunset.
A screenshot from the Sandia Peak Ski Area SkiCam at 5:05 pm this afternoon.
Cranes circled above the house at sunrise.
A large gathering of cranes in the distance.
Hanging out in groups of three.
Not a cloud in the sky
Cranes playing on the beach on the other side of the river.
Mars bottom of the photo. The Pleiades in the upper middle. Kiss Flying V below the Pleiades.