The Dreaded DST

When the time changed to Daylight Savings Time, Marina at Marina Kanavaki — Art Towards a Happy Day, made a comment about “the dreaded DST!” I told her that was a good song title. I had intended to write and record the song a couple of weeks ago, but DST got in the way. It seems I’m always coming up an hour short. I did the calculations to answer the question about how much daylight we save each year, and address them in the song.

The Dreaded DST
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Inspired by Marina Kanavaki

Daylight blinds fools who have no skills
They create silly rules they are so unreal
Daylight’s scarce, why don’t we care?
We save it eight months out of… every year

Bedtime at ten feels like nine
Don’t feel sleepy? Have more wine
It’s midnight damn, the bottle’s empty
I’m still awake… I’m feeling pretty cranky

Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away

Alarm at five it feels like four
Like a zombie, I hit the door
Preparation-H on the old toothbrush
Toothpaste up my… Whew! What a rush

No time to shower, sleepin’ on the job,
Stinkin’ up the office, what a slob
Head bobs up and down, fishing at the screen
My boss is cranky… making quite a scene

Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
We can look forward to falling back
We get one-hundred twenty hours of daylight from… our stash

We’ve changed to DST for 56 years
That’s six-thousand seven-hundred hours, my dear
Of daylight, we’ve been banking away
So let’s go spend it on our… sanity

Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away

Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree

Morning contrails

Mama Owl was sowing her head last night. The Owlets might have hatched.

Afternoon clouds

Burros, Bees & Bovine

I was photographing bees in the freshly bloomed plum tree. When I went out to check on Daddy Owl, I got sidetracked by burros and bovine. Since I was doing macro-like shots of the bees, I decided “Moo Macros” were in order for the cows.

Honey bee loaded down with pollen.

Moo Macro in B&W

This burro found a tasty cottonwood branch.

A blue native bee.

Tongue to the right.

Tongue to the left.

Tuck tongue nostril right.

Tuck tongue nostril left.

That’s how you do the Bovine Tongue Tuck Tango.

Bovine doing an imitation of a lion.

Another native bee.

Bovine dog imitation.

Daddy Owl was looking out at the Sandias, but gave me a quick, “You’re bothering me, boy!” look.

Who can resist this cute mug?

Gwenyn Brodorol

Gwenyn Brodorol (Native Bee in Welsh)

This is a large native bee of some kind, but I don’t know what its name is. It’s the same size as a bumblebee, but longer, with a more greenish color. It was really working the sunflower and had pollen on its back instead of its legs. I’m seeing fewer bees as the temps are dropping at night. Leaves are starting to turn yellow and I’ve seen a few dead bumblebees on the ground.

Daisy Day

Shasta Daisies

Assassin Bug hanging out

A bee lands on the daisy and the Assassin Bug prepares to strike.

The Assassin Bug gets the bee.

Wings in a daisy

A Pearl Crescent butterfly gets a bite to eat.

A large native bee having breakfast.

A large, allusive red wasp quickly passes through.

A Great Purple Hairstreak Butterfly wandering around on a daisy.

A Balloon & Bumble Bees

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The 48th Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta started today. Unfortunately, we had heavy rains on Friday, so there was a rare fog covering the valley on Saturday morning. Only a few test balloons got off before they cancelled the launch due to a persistence of fog and low hanging clouds. I went out to the river and came across a group of paddlers waiting for the balloons to launch. There were other groups of paddlers on the river. The clouds cleared by 10:00 am, and the bumble bees were flying around in the cosmos. I decided the bumble bees were a nice stand-in for the balloons.

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The Canon balloon few over. It was the only balloon I saw.

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Sun trying to cut through the fog.

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Paddlers floating down the river.

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Waiting for the balloons.