Cater-Mortis Strikes Again
Resa’s Tree in Morning Light
I was thinking that Resa’s tree might turn all yellow before turning brown; however, we had a har frost last night that turned the lower leaves brown. Many of the trees in the bosque that were yellow last night turned brown today.
Silver Stalking in the Shadows
Moon, Jupiter, Tangleheart Tree
Another Bout of Cater-Mortis
Rorschach Owls
Civic Plaza
Most of Civic Plaza in Downtown Albuquerque is fenced off while they expand what looks like a kid killer play area. I’m not sure what the textured designs and bubbled bumps are supposed to be with their no slip, granular texture. I couldn’t get close enough to feel the surface, but it looks very rough; if it’s as rough as it looks, I believe kids will skin their palms, knees, elbows and faces when they land on the gritty surfaces sliding down the slides. Or when they trip, and fall. But then again, maybe it’s a high tech, very soft, no slip, granular surface?
First Cranes
The cranes have been slowing coming in for about a week now, but I have not been able to get photos of them before sunset.
Coyotes
Coyote (Canis latrans)
I recorded coyotes yipping and howling in the bosque and wrote a song to go with the canine chorale. It was dark when they went off on their bosque flashmob; however, whenever the coyotes start yipping and howling right at sundown we never see them as they are hidden in the brush and undergrowth in the bosque. The coyotes do flashmob howling quite often, and they sound close and often howl from all sides. I don’t have videos of coyotes; therefore, I used photos I’ve done of coyotes, plus videos of me and the guitars I played on the song.
About the guitars. I finished building the Black Tele last week. I built it with standard Tele pickups, so it has a nice twangy sound to it. The blonde jazz guitar is a Guild A-150B with a DeArmond Rhythm Chief 1000 floating pickup.
COYOTES
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Coyotes
howling in the night
Canine chorus
Offers up a fright
Binomial chorale
Reverbs through the trees
Like a bosque flashmob
Surround sound and for free
Dusk falls
Latrans he rejoices
Yipping, screeching, howls
A cacophony of voices
Fall Colors after Sunset
Off Center & Not Even 