Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree at Sunrise surrounded by Rebeecca’s Black Bamboo.
Blue ice in abstractia
Have you ever had an urge to stick your tongue on a frosted pipe?
Spunk Marble and Jake. The first time Spunk and Marbled dared to stay in the same room with Jake for more and a few passing seconds.
Cranes in the field at sunset
The cranes flew over to the Rio Grande to roost.
NCC 1701 disguised as a cloud hovering over the Sandias at Sunset.
Gigi’s Trees standing up to the snow
Red, White & Blue
Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree with Rebecca’s Back Bamboo all draped around it.
Looking east at Susan’s and Teagan’s Trees behind the snow-covered black bamboo.
We got four inches of wet, heavy snow last night that broke a lot of trees, causing power outages. We were without electricity for over 15 hours, and we still don’t have internet service. I’m using my phone as a hotspot for this post.
The snow laid Rebecca’s Black Bamboo down so we could see the trees behind the bamboo. I was out early, cutting up trees that had fallen across the road so people could get out and in.
Black bamboo laid flat by heavy snow
Panorama of the snow on the black bamboo. The black bamboo canes are up to 20 feet tall.
Resa’s Tree from looking over the flattened bamboo.
Snow and cloud-covered Sandias
Spunk Art
Dawn
Day
Dusk
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.
Pre-dawn
The weather forecast is for cold weather to set in on Halloween. All the yellows and oranges will turn brown if we get a hard frost.
Pre-dawn
Cranes @ Dusk
Daddy Owl in the dark
Gwendolyn
Dusky reflections
Canadian Geese Squadron
Afterglow
Dawn
Savanha Silver, Genda of the Graben, Spunk Peak, Marble of the Malpaís
Gwendolyn of the Gulch
Sandhill Sasha
Confluence of cats over a corrie of queso
Just Beeing
Sunset
My Saturday morning project was to install a post and fencing for a Jake Gate to keep Jake from wandering down the road when we want to leave him outside roaming around the property.
Redbud turned yellow
Genda with Spunk’s tail
Flying V
Off Center & Not Even 