Sunset
Spunk
Doppel holding on to Laurie, trying to keep her from going inside.
Spunk
The current state of my office
More Of the Same, Still No Rain
Tag: clouds
No Rain
Watching distant rain
Lightning flashes all around
But rain won’t fall here
Between The Lines
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.
Sunrise Superman
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
Big Gulps & Lost Soles
Dawn after the flash flood
Snow Egret caught a fish for breakfast
Another lost sole
Big Gulp
A lost soul, perhaps
The dark line on the opposite bank is the flash flood line, about 6 feet (two meters) above the current natural flow of the river.
Turtle tracks
The moon will be full tomorrow night, but we have not seen it the last few nights because of clouds.
Another Dawn
pTerodactyl tracks
A broken back lying on the riverbed at dawn
Spunk
Desert Dynamics
Dawn
Dusk last night. Dusk tonight.
A flash flood this afternoon left piles of debris where I have been walking on the riverbed.
The temp was 101.1º F (38.39ºC) this afternoon before cloud cover brought the temperatures down.
Mushroom clouds at dusk
Afterglow
Milk Chocolate Water
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
Dawn
Almost sunrise
Dusk
Eastside Coyotes
Jake and I were walking on the riverbed at South Beach this morning when a couple of coyotes appeared on the east side of the river and started barking at us. They had a lot to say. A few weeks ago, the three coyotes we often see on the west side of the river walked down on the riverbed with us to get a drink of water. They were silent, and did all their business like, “Don’t mind us!” Jake and I were standing about 25 feet from the westside coyotes.
Dawn
Dusk. We’ve had a little rain the past few nights, so the river is up a little from the runoff.
Tis’ The Season Tern Tern Tern
Sunrise
This Forster’s Tern was flying back and forth, turning one way then the other. Perhaps it’s called a Tern because it’s always turning around.
Still life
Funnel cloud at sunset
Movin’ on
Rain But No Rain
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
Off Center & Not Even 