Gwendolyn: “Did you say critters? I see!”
Black-chinned Hummingbird
The Rio Grande is running high.
Canadian Geese on the fly
First Dragonfly photo of the season.
New Mexico Whiptail Lizard. “Whip it. Whip it good!”
A slightly battered butterfly
Fire in the sky
intel plant on the horizon above Corrales at sunset.
Moon in orange clouds
Moon at 10:30 PM
The morning was blue
The irises were blue too
Also the evening
Old sunflowers stood
Watching as Flower Moon rose
Jet streaks in darkness
The owlets are venturing out of the nest.
If you don’t want to listen to the new song (it’s hard rock/metal) about the new abnormal, you can simply enjoy the photo of the sliver moon and Venus hanging out together in the clouds last night.
While I was cleaning out my address book of people who have died or simply disappeared over the past three years, I realized that outside of my family and work, I have only a few real, in-the-flesh friends in town who I rarely see. I started thinking about how my physical world has grown so small, how the powers that be work hard to keep the world in turmoil, and while their mouthpieces and talking heads in the popular press speak of the “new normal” it’s really the “new abnormal” that is being shoved down our throats. For better or worse, it inspired a new song.
New Abnormal
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[verse]
I’ve watched my world as it’s grown so small
I sit, I stare, as I listen to The Wall
I would like to break bottles in the hall
But plastic bottles won’t break at all.
I’m feeling spastic I’m all alone
My world is dreary no one’s home
[Chorus]
Will we ever be normal again?
Can we say what normal has been?
The new abnormal is tearing us asunder
They divide us up as they plunder.
[verse]
The hand of doom it pleases me
Mother Mary, can you set me free?
“Man, oh man, you sinned indeed!
Maybe that’s why you can’t see!”
I may be blind my cross-eyed Mary
But the world I see is desolate and scary
[Chorus]
Will we ever be normal again?
Can we say what normal has been?
The new abnormal is tearing us asunder
They divide us up as they plunder.
[Bridge]
All my friends have disappeared
Pandemic lockdowns made us weird
Thinking each other is deranged
Now we are ideologically estranged
Isolation made us rage
We took it in, we felt the pain
Masked like bandits, identities were lost
Now we’re strangers. Was it worth the cost?
[Outro]
Will we ever be normal again?
They said our norms were mortal sins
Their new abnormal will save us any bother
They divide us up
Will we ever be normal again?
They said our norms were mortal sins
Their new abnormal will save us any bother
They divide us up.
They send us off to slaughter
Resa’s Tree was having a wild hair day at dawn.
Towhee singing a morning song.
A Mountain Chickadee made a quick stop on the garden cart. I barely got in two shots edgewise.
Butterfly on Brian’s favorite flower.
Lady Banks. Our first rose to bloom.
Contrails at dusk disturbed the ghosts, who went plasmatic on me.
Venus and Sliver Moon in western sky. Clouds, contrails, and stars in southern sky. Stars over luminous cottonwoods in northern sky.
Resa’s Tree blowing off steam after having wild hair at dawn.
Hmmm! Temperatures aligned.
I stood in darkness
Under light of a sliver moon
Dawn woke pastel skies
Silver: “Have you ever noticed the moon has the same shape upside down?”
“Hi! I’m just a random fluffy black cat at a Chaucer party.”
Venus and The Pleiades conjunction in the low right. The short streak at the top is a satellite.
Conjunctions happen! And this week, Venus and The Pleiades are getting up close and personal as they pass each other, as seen from our earthly perspective.
Venus and The Pleiades on the right. The Kiss Flying-V on the left.
Venus looked orb-like shining through the thin cloud cover, with The Pleiades managing to shine through the clouds as well.
Speaking of orbs, I was in the middle of a bast of phantasm plasma bursting out of the dark matter. Researchers who deal in paranormal activity believe that ghosts and spirits travel in plasmatic cylinders and orbs.
This is a series of the pink moon rising on April 6th when it was 100% full, but not the official “full moon” from the night before. The fifth photo shows Venus near the horizon under wild clouds.
And yet another Pink Moon rising put on white.
A colorful dawn. Resa’s tree throws out clouds.
House Finch on the tippy-top of the tree.
Rodney Red-tail in Gigi’s Tree.
Cooper’s Hawk fluffed up because it was cold, bleached white in the sunshine.
Dusk’s display
Off Center & Not Even 