Crescent Moon and Venus were in the Tangle Heart Tree tonight.
The above video is of cranes landing on the opposite side of the Rio Grande and then wading into the river at the end of the video. Turn up the volume so you can hear the cranes.
Gwendolyn and Silver
Crescent Moon and Venus in Black Lace Trees.
Alignment of Saturn in the top left (barely visible), Crescent Moon, and Venus in the lower right.
Marble peeking out to see if Twenty Twenty-five looks safe!
Jeez, you all! Twenty Twenty-five kinda looks the same as 2024!
Belafonte danced in celebration of Twenty-Twenty-five.
Silver: Twenty-twenty-five? I think I feel that way in kitty age!
Glenda: I thought it was Twenty Twenty-five & Six Two Four or something like that?
Jack Sparrow had something to say about Twenty Twenty-five, but he forgot what it was.
Spunk: It’s Twenty Twenty-five, and what do we all get? Another year older and a whole lot of crap!
Marble: Twenty Twenty-five seems sorta safe now that the poor old, pathetic, poopy patrol paparazzo and the other bipeds have eaten their black-eyed peas!
Jake: Twenty Twenty-five? Does that mean more T&A*?
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.
Teagan is warning young lovers, Tim and Laurie, to escape from the sinister circus before they too become a whiter shade of pale — Teagan Riordain Genevien.
Teagan had the idea for her and me to collaborate on a Halloween-themed music video. We chose “A Whiter Shade Of Pale” by Procol Harem. Teagan produced wonderful images of herself, Laurie, and me for me to use in the video, and she sounds great, as always. She wrote a really cool story to go with the video that you can read on her accompanying post at https://wp.me/p30Tpb-9R4.
Halloween Kitties
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Nightmare on Elm Root Road
Reincarnation Newborn into an elm root Got mauled by a dog
Silence From The Frogs (Featuring Teagan Riordain Geneviene on Vocals)
Teagan was gracious enough to lend her beautiful voice to another of my original songs, Silence From The Frogs. I first published Silence Of The Frogs as a poem in 2017 while blogging on T & L Photos. I made the poem into a song in the summer of 2022. I first published the song with my vocals in February 2023. Teagan’s voice is a vast improvement over mine.
The tree trimmers cut the branch that fell on the powerline off the powerline but left it in the bamboo, still pulling down on the phone line. I have to duck under the phone line when I go out and in the gate. The tree trimmers worked late into the night, trimming the trees back from the powerlines and cutting the fallen branch off of it.
I did not get the full June Moon because of overcast skies.
The perils of irrigating.
Speaking of the perils of irrigating, I also flushed out a porcupine. When he saw us, he turned around, waded back into the water, and climbed the apple tree.
Night To Day. Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
I played an unplugged version of Night To Day on my freshly restored Elvis Presley Harmony guitar in my farewell to 2023 video on New Year’s Eve. I later recorded the metal version and asked Teagan if she wanted to sing it. She wasn’t sure about singing metal, but Teagan is a good sport, and she is adventurous when it comes to art and music, so she dove into the metallic pool and nailed it. Her ethereal voice is perfect for the ghostly theme of Night To Day.
If you have trouble viewing the video, you can listen to the song on SoundCloud.
Night to Day
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene
[Verse 1] I saw Sun crash to the ground It threw colors far and wide With yellows into reds consumed Swallowed up by ravenous blues
[Pre-chorus] Dusk sang dirges to the dark Clouds ignited a fiery show
[Chorus] See the darkness Nighttime’s falling Time to slumber, But ghosts are calling Feel the darkness Your skin starts crawling Who can sleep when ghosts come calling
[Verse 2] As embers meander through the night Shadows creep under bright moonlight Dawn wakes colors that light the sky Painting darkness red, yellow, blue
[Pre-chorus] Defeating darkness that’s Eos’ way She breathes life into one more day
[Chorus] See the light Ghosts dissolving Time to rise A new day’s calling Feel the light Your skin stops crawling When you’re up to see ghosts dissolving
[Bridge] Night to day. Day to night Flesh and spirits, in a moment, fight For the right to live or die Trading places, one sacrificed
[Outro] See the darkness Nighttime’s falling Time to slumber Ghosts come calling See the light A new day’s calling Time to rise, see ghosts dissolving
Rio Samba
Altissimo
Guard hummingbird en garde
Spotted Towhee in the tree. House Finch lands in the same tree. Spotted Towhee chases House Finch away.
Spotted Towhee was all proud of himself.
Nora Owl flew over where I could get better shots of her this afternoon.
Walter and Willa were in the top of the cottonwood huddled up together and dozing on and off.
Osric Owl was trying to sleep with the wind blowing his ear tufts.
We have had persistent high winds since Thursday night. Several thunderstorms blew through this afternoon dropping a quarter inch of rain, and pelting us with marble sized hail.
Walter and Willa were out of the nest and up on the trunk of the tree tonight. They were peeping up a storm, especially Walter. Nora was a tree limb over the horse stall hooting a grocer list. At one point, I looked back at Nora and noticed she was in a different position. A few minutes later, she was feeding Walter a gopher, as shown in the above video.
Willa and Walter up on the trunk of their cottonwood.
Willa keeping an eye out for Nora.
Walter is proud of himself
Nora hooting the grocery list.
I finally got Walter’s attention. “What now, you stupid paparazzo?”
Walter walking around in deep thought.
I finally got Willa’s attention. “Who’s that? Oh, hi, paparazzo!”
Nora feeding a piece of gopher to Walter.
Nora giving me Maddogs.
Willa stretching her wings
Willa walking around stretching her wings while waiting for Nora to bring her dinner.