7º @ 7:00

I remember being outside one morning at the end of January when the temperature was 7º F (-13.8 C) at 7:00 a.m. I was wishing for summer heat. Now that the summer heat is here, I started thinking about that cold morning in January, and the song I wrote about it.

Breaking In A Brown Striped Bag

Crescent Moon and Venus

First dragonfly photo of the season

The spider saw its shadow. Does that mean six more weeks of spring?

Peonies

Spunk Art

Another peony

Sasha: “To break in the brown striped bag, or not break in the brown striped bag? That is the comfy question!”

She couldn’t resist

Marble

Spunk after a long night of killing his tail and ears and making Spunk Art.

Eking Out The High Notes

It’s like eeEEeeek!

The storm is one of my recent songs. It has some really high notes that are held out. It took many takes to get them right, but I managed.

The Storm
by Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
Riding on the edge of night
Rainbow storms play on left
Sun shines on the right

[Chorus]
Light bounces off gray clouds
Shadows cling to the ground
Dead trees stare at useless rain
Much too late to ease the pain

[Verse 2]
Standing against the wind
Vultures circle overhead
Wishing my demise

[Bridge]
Angels ride
On lightning bolts
The gods argue
Their thunder rolls
Primary colors
Come undone
Trying to calm
The violence
Of the sun

[Outro]
Light bounces off gray clouds
Shadows cling to the ground
Dead trees stare at useless rain
Much too late to ease the pain

May’s Flower Moon

Dusk