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

Miscellany

A bit of a dull dawn

Cresent Moon at dusk

Rio Sumba at Tristan’s house

Silly Silver

Spunk, Glenda and Silver

Loki

Sliver

Can you spot the beaver?

That blob is a beaver

Sandias and Rio Grande at sunset

Foot steps on the 100th of an inch of rain we got today.

Dusk

Daddy Owl @ dusk

Dusk again