Crows & Sparrows

Crows and Sparrows sound like it could be a game, but they were hanging out in Susan’s cottonwood just before sundown.

Sparrows taking flight

another group of sparrows

Mama Owl was doing some routine maintenance on her nest tonight.

Venus at Dawn

Crow highway at dusk

Cold Color

9ºF (-12.8ºC) at Dawn

Tommy Towhee puffed at 17ºF (-8.3ºC)

Crow and Clouds

Sunset at 17ºF (-8.3ºC) looking north on the levee

A bit of cold color through the trees looking west

Sliver moon at dusk

Jaywalking

The lyrics for my latest song came to me while I was jaywalking across Jefferson Blvd. by the office. The style of the song came to me while I was changing the light fixtures from fluorescent to LED in the men’s restroom at the office. When I removed one of the fluorescent bulbs from one of the fixtures, the end of the bulb burst into flames. It was really bizarre. Both sockets the bulb’s pins were in melted in the few seconds it took me to twist the bulb out of the sockets while it burst into flames. The flames went out before I could get my phone out of my pocket and do a photo or video. I was standing on a ladder with a burning bulb in my hand, so I wasn’t in a good position to get to my phone. Mark came into the restroom a few seconds later to tell me he had come in to get stuff together to go out to the field tomorrow. I showed him the melted sockets and burned bulb, we talked about his fieldwork, and I forgot to photograph the melted sockets and burned bulb. Anyway, the burning bulb reminded me of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire”, which gave me the idea to very loosely write the song in a similar style.

The Jazz Age

Resa posted The Jazz Age on her Art Gowns blog. It’s a fantastic post well worth a visit.

The crows are inspiration for the song, also. There are thousands of crows in flight to nowhere.

Jaywalking
By Timothy Price

Jaywalking
Code talking
Walking round in women’s stockings

Jabberwocky
So shocking
Minor keys we’re really rocking

Shaking booties
Tutti fruity
long-legged exotic beauties

Masked cuties
Black hoodies
We’re all getting COVID cooties

We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there

We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place

Pipe dreams
Lost steam
Hogtied, so it seems

Inbred
In the red
Can’t seem to get ahead

Lost time
sublime
No, you’re not on my dime

Not fine
Green slime
Flat tire? It doesn’t rhyme

We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there

We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place

YouTubing
KY lubing
Don’t you know we’re really grooving

Zoom bombing
Face palming
We’re out of sync. Why you calling?

Youth aging
Folks gaging
While the culture wars are waging

Been raped
No probate
It seems like there’s no escape

We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there

We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place

Same Old Stuff

Daddy Owl sits in the same old spot, basking in the yellow light of the low-hanging sun.
The Sandias turn the same old pink under clear blue skies.
The same old constant stream of crows flying from nowhere to somewhere at dusk.
Cranes land on the same old sandbar.
The same old flying V head into the sunset.
The same old sunset colors surround the trees.
The same old stars hanging in the east.
Same old stars hanging in the west.
Same old Jupiter peeking through the trees in the southern sky.

I took the same old walk. Got the same old photos. The same old stuff.

Lavender Crows

Lavender Crows taking a break in Lavender Trees

Although it will be Monday before the moon does not pass the meridian, the Wolf Moon starts today. A lavender circle catches the echoes from the collective howls of wolves around the world as they become active searching for food, looking for mates, and preparing to breed under the Hunger Moon in February.

Sasha: “Did I hear you say wolves?”

Coloring Between The Lines

I was thinking we were going to have a sky full of colorful clouds at sunset, but as the sun went down the clouds above the lines of clouds disappeared and most of the color was trapped under and between the lines of clouds.

Crows flying under the moon.

Horse smooch from Mustang Hazel.

Clouds to the northwest.

The painter colored between the lines.