Morning Walk

The reality of our early morning walks put to music.  You may or may not find this song funny.

The Morning Walk
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
Walk the dog three sunder miles
Before the sun begins to rise
Photographing cranes through the brush
While Dawn applies her soft pink blush

[Verse 2]
Winding trails hold booby traps
Stepping over coyote crap
Tree roots of all evil lie in wait
Trying to trip us up

[Chorus]
Daily early morning walks
Frozen Dawn chokes the darkness
Monsters succumb to morningtide
Stand in wonder, beauty surrounds us

[Verse 3]
Taking pauses for leglifts
Pilates pee-mail on the tumbleweeds
Messages are left for canine noses
For one and all to ascertain
That “Jake was here!” Again

[Bridge]
Frosty air irritates the nose
Clear it with a Farmer’s blow
Blasting boogers broken backs
Paralyzed on the frozen ground

[Chorus]
Daily early morning walks
Frozen Dawn chokes the darkness
Monsters succumb to morningtide
Stand in wonder, beauty surrounds us

[Outro]
Slow first mile then quickened pace
Dragging the line past hugging trees
He still gets in a few last pees
Before we’re standing at the door
Turning off the clock
Starting morning chores

Spunk: “Let’s hear what you got, Paparazzo!” Marble: “I don’t think I can take it!”

We love it! Stupid cats.

Belafonte: “Is it safe to come out and dance?”

Der Hund von Bosqueville

The Seven Sisters (The Pleiades) over Resa’s Golden Wolf Tree

The porcupine I almost stepped on when we took Jake out on a walk after dark last night.

The Pleiades rising over the Sandias

Sand dunes in the night sky

Sunrise

Der Hund von Bosqueville

Belafonte checking out the washing machine

Loki: “I thought you washed Belafonte!”

Sunset

Dusk

Rain

Started the day with some purple rain

Which turned the river red

A dark, rainy day required extra light and a bird

Loki napped during a mid-morning rain shower

Dark, cloudy and rainy all day

I’m not giving you two pennies for your thoughts about il paparazzo, loki and Silver

Mirroring

Belafonte giving il paprazzo the beak

Jake was happy to lick whipped cream off the beater

Silver captivated by The Tale Of Princess Fatima, Warrior Woman.

Sunset

Bird In Hand

Dawn

I did not see any balloons this morning. I believe it was too windy. It’s been windy all day.

How does the saying go? “A bird in the hand…”

“…is worth two in a fight?”

Tycho Kitty is lying on the floor, contemplating Jake.

German candle powered fan

Spunk Art in blue

Spunk Art unplugged? Or, perhaps, Spunk plugging his art?

Almost to the Harvest Supermoon

Sunset

Jake’s interest in the sunset tonight

Old & Gray

People have been asking me to return to my “Bloody Awful” roots of me vocalizing my songs. I believe Old & Gray, in my own Redneck Metal style, is pretty much on bloody awful par with my pre-AI vocals music (lyrics at the end of the post).

Belafonte

Belafonte trying to open the Thermos for a second cup of coffee

Loki’s back…

…and helped me with the laundry

Silver @sunrise

Jake loves to help clean up on gelato Sunday

A penny for you thoughts, Gwendolyn

“A penny? At least a fiver, and a squeezy treat or two, if you want to know what I think!”

Marble

Spunk tucked in and grooming

All worn out from grooming

“This is the life!”

Loki

Old and Gray
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
I have a parrot on my hand
And a cat on my lap
I’m not sure life
Can get much better than that

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Verse2]
When simple pleasures come my way
I savor them from day to day
As life slows down
Time moves much faster
I teeder on the edge of disaster

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Chorus]
I may be old, I may be gray
I may have seen my better days
But I can still enjoy the simple ways
Of life with birds, life with cats
And a big ‘ol yellow dog named Jake

[Bridge]
It’s been said that as you age
You become like a fine wine
But truth be told, and I can say
You become a first class whiner

[Outro]
Old and gray, stuck in my ways
But with the birds, and cats
And ‘ol yeller Jake in the mix
This old dog can learn a few new tricks

Deconstructing Humanities

Another cloudless dawn

The Duck Pond was renovated at UNM, and now there are no ducks, turtles, or fish.

Tearing down the old Humanities Building to build a new Humanities Building.

They de-paved A Parking lot to put an Art School on that spot.

My, that’s a big cracker you have there, Belafonte.

Food delivery robots

A place to read like royalty.

The hippo in the sky