Vato Kitty is convalescing at Laurie’s parents’ house after sustaining some serious wounds from fighting.
I showed some riders how to get to the river bed on their horses.
Jake trying to catch a little shade.
“Hey, Paparazzo! What did you do with that roadrunner you shot yesterday?”
“Look out! He’s Right behind you!”
“Talk to the tail! Stupid paparazzo!”
Dragon Tree
New Spunk Art
Pre-dawn
Cheese for one. One for cheese. Happy Marble.
Sunset no AI
The beta version of Adobe Photoshop has Generative AI, which I tested. For those of you who are familiar with my music videos using images generated by AI image generators based on my lyrics, the AI-compiled images were more degenerate, on the edge of profligate, than engendered. The results are not much better in Photoshop (beta).
This image is the best result by asking PS Beta to add a UFO.
I asked for a horse, a white horse, and a black horse. The black ram was the best of the three choices that PS Beta offered for a white horse.
PS Beta produced the unbearable likenesses of planets — Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars from left to right. It did okay on the Milkyway.
PS Beta produced fairly bearable likenesses of hummingbirds.
Field lies plowed, seeds sown
Irrigation ditch still runs dry
Sky burns red through trees
A dozen geese fly north
Mare has seen better days
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.
A new horse in Sara’s corral next door called me over to meet her at the fence last night while I was out photographing the moon under Venus. She is a sweet horse, and really adorable with her bangs and banded main. Sara said her name is Hazel and that Hazel is a mustang rescued from a horse auction as a foal. Hazel seems forever grateful to be saved from the auction block, and she was being a good neighbor greeting me.
Music: Ricky Martin
Lyrics: Timothy Price
From LA to New York City
Canada to the wall
It’s like bad renditions
Of movies like “The Fall”
So many lamentations
News gives us all a fright
Only sick and grave predictions
We are in an awful plight
You can take your clothes off and stand naked in the rain
But there’s no one to see you, now isn’t that a shame?
Isn’t that a shame? Come on.
Inside can’t go out
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Makes us scream and shout
Livin’ la vida lockdown
We can’t earn our bread
Enough to drive us loca
Lockdowns wear us out
Livin’ la vida lockdown (oh man!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown (how sad!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Woke up such a pity what a funky nasty spell
We do your part to save some money
But it’s like a living hell
Restless, climbing walls, all this waiting’s such a pain
Now we’re all alone, and it’s driving us insane
Yeah, we’ll never be the same
Inside can’t go out
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Makes us scream and shout
Livin’ la vida lockdown
We can’t earn our bread
Enough to drive us loca
Lockdowns wear us out
Livin’ la vida lockdown (oh man!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown (how sad!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Ride a horse naked like Godiva in the rain
But there’s no one to see you, isn’t that a shame?
Isn’t that a shame? Come on.
Inside can’t go out
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Makes us scream and shout
Livin’ la vida lockdown
We can’t earn our bread
Enough to drive us loca
Lockdowns wear us out
Livin’ la vida lockdown (Yeah!)
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Livin’ la vida lockdown
Many balloons launched from Corrales and Rio Rancho, and flew to the balloon field this morning. Several balloons inflated in our neighbor’s field north of us.
Off Center & Not Even 