The wee hours of the morning.
A pretty pine cone
Jake put in 40 hours at the office this week. All the staff loved Jake; he got so much attention he was worn out by early afternoon today.
Jake’s version of TGIF!
Veteran’s Honor is a huge bloom.
Venus riding the clouds.
Sandias at dusk with Canadian Geese wading in the Rio Grande as they prepare to roost for the night.
Not a cloud in the sky
Cranes playing on the beach on the other side of the river.
Jake intermission
Downy Woodpecker
Mars bottom of the photo. The Pleiades in the upper middle. Kiss Flying V below the Pleiades.
Cary drove his Lincoln land barge to the house tonight. Laurie said “You know how your memories of most things are larger than what they really are? That Lincoln is larger than I remember!” Her grandmother drove Lincoln Continentals. Either way, it’s one big car, and what I found amazing is it has a working 8-track tape deck and, even more amazing, Cary has 8-track tapes. I had an 8-track tape deck in the first car I bought in 1975, a 1966 Rambler American. I hated 8-track tapes because if I forgot to eject the tape cartridge before I turned on to our rough dirt road, the tape deck would eat the tape. I had an 8-track recorder at home in the 70s, and I used to record my favorite songs onto 8-track tapes from records (playlists today) to play in the car. At least when a tape got eaten by the tape deck, I could record another one.
Tweety
Love Cats
The little Coot that Couldn’t. I’ve never seen this Coot fly. He’s good at walking on water.
Jake getting a leg up doing doggie yoga in the great outdoors.
The painter took Christmas off. We had a colorless (gray) Christmas morning.
Jake waiting to open his Christmas present. Sasha is giving him kitty Mad Dogs.
The moon through a veil of clouds.
Tristan embroidered this amazing tiny portrait for Spunk for Laurie.
Tristan’s beautiful Bearded Dragon, Donny, made an appearance for Christmas.
I ordered an Ibanez multi-scale 5-string bass in the middle of August. I just got it last week. I was thinking the fanned frets on the fingerboard would help my poor arthritic fingers. Why not get a fretless bass, you might ask? I did consider that, but I like having frets. I’ve been practicing with it and I finally got time to record two new songs this weekend. The one I recorded today I’m calling “The Bass” and I put it together with video of Jake chasing a stick and rolling in the dirt. It’s a jazzy piece. The other song I named “Black Widow” is very hard and dark. I don’t have a video for it unless I do a visualization. I’ll post it at another time after I figure out if I’ll at video or go with the audio.
The multi-scale fingerboard is a lot easier for me to play and my fingers and hands are not hurting or swollen beyond normal after hours of playing and recording. I played the Ibanez multi-scale 7-string guitar on the recording.
How many ways are there to skin an onion with a cat?
Goose balls?
Flight paths.
Spunk mad dogging the dog.
The dog
Jake during thanks for the meal he didn’t get any of.
The Mallards are happy to have water in the clearwater ditch again.
Taking flight.
Jake was having a ball running and shaking on the beach.
The Sandias from the beach. Clouds over the Rio Grande. Beaver Dam in the clearwater ditch
Cranes grazing in the orchard.
Off Center & Not Even 