Speaking of memories, while looking to see if I had taken photos of old paintings of women in gowns in various art gallaries in Paris, France back in 2013, I came across some photos I had forgotten about.
Laurie between the lines, braving the traffic in front of the Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile.
A pair of lost soles on a bridge over the Seine.
Laurie once again between the lines, braving the traffic.
Napoleon’s horse was as dinky as he was.
A Seagull flying around above Paris
The Ginsburg family plot in the Montparnasse Cemetery in Paris. Serge Gainsbourg was a famous singer and is still loved, as you can see from the flowers, metro tickets, and the lipstick kisses on his grave marker. Laurie left a metro ticket, also.
I was inspired to write and record “Sunrise Superman” from my early morning walks with Jake.
Dawn
Sunrise
Jake and I had walked over a mile south of where I took the first photo of dawn before the sun began to rise.
Sunrise Superman By Timothy Price
[Verse 1] Sunrise Superman, twilight’s spy Captures color with bedazzled eyes In love, he Kisses Dawn’s pink blue skies Silence broken by cranes’ cracked cries
[Chorus] Sunrise Superman in love with dawn Sunrise Superman twilight’s spawn Sunrise Superman the day is drawn Kryptonite clouds, they fade, they’re gone
[Verse 2] Daybreak’s twighlight starts the day Consumed by dawn along the way Passes colors, pink, red, and gray The light of blue has the final say
[Chorus] Sunrise Superman in love with dawn Sunrise Superman twilight’s spawn Sunrise Superman the day is drawn Kryptonite clouds, they fade, they’re gone
[Bridge] Light breaks the darkness Spawns colors bright Sun peeks from under covers Yawns big and stretches Throwing rays far and wide Into the the deep blue heavens The Dead go back to bed While goodness, forms awakens
[Outro] Sunrise Superman in love with dawn Sunrise Superman twilight’s spawn Sunrise Superman the day is drawn Kryptonite clouds, they fade, they’re gone
Not that we are getting a few thunderstorms in the evenings, the runoff turns the water flowing in the Rio Grande the color of chocolate milk. Inspired by the milk chocolate water flowing in the Rio Grande, I wrote and recorded a song of the same name and made it into the above music video.
The river was higher at dawn from runoff from thunderstorms north and west of us. By dusk, most of the water had receded.
Dawn (water). Dusk (mud).
The Snowy Egret that follows us around most mornings
Virgas hung from anemic clouds Teasing parched earth that begged for rain Moon rose, hung in the trees Strawberry Moon forever? Night heron and Snowiy egret reflected in Rio Grande’s water It’s dwindling into a stream Stormclouds blushed at sunset Embarrassed by their precipitous disfunction