His shadow waned with the moon As Sasquatch surveyed changes from yesterday’s yawn He pitied the sorry state of the scoop shovel Alone and cold on unscoopable sand, cursed by old Jack Frost A portal opened, and he walked through to the other side To his land unknown by humans stuck in 3D Leaving the scoop shovel to its fate Meanwhile, Osric courted Nora Hooting sweet nothings in her feathery ear Time to work on this year’s brood Love at twilight. Dawn blushed!
Marble: “Can I lick sweet nothings in your ear, Spunk?”
Black laced trees under a wintery sky
Through the looking glass, Sasha dreams of going down a rabbit hole
WARNING! You may find the above video’s music and content disturbing.
Wañusqakunamanta* By Timothy Price
Sacrificed To the gods Drown in the madness of his name
Smell of the dead And their sins Of the dead and their sins Of the dead and their sins
Take me, take me on a boat to see Arkos I can’t feel the sea on Arkos
Embrace the truth And shake us free Make us free to rise in the end
Meet a person Of great heart In custody to persevere
But the devil’s in the way Yes, the devil’s in the way Why’s the devil’s in the way
He digs down to the core To the flesh And To the bones
V for Venus
Cranes couldn’t care less
Osric Owl doesn’t give a hoot
Sandias @ the Beach
*Wañusqakunamanta is “Of the Dead” in Quechua. I have been working on the song for a long time. Originally named Weird DST, I wrote the song intending to use it for my 2024 Daylight Savings Time protest song. The idea behind the asynchronization between the metered drums and bass and the unmetered guitar was to simultaneously feel in and out of time. I tried to make the lyrics as strange as the music. I didn’t post it on DST this year because I didn’t finish it in time for the time change. Given the state of the election, I took another look at the song and decided I might as well use it to make a statement about the 2024 election.
We ran in David, one of our ditch bank buddies, on the way down to check on the owls. We saw him again on our way back, and he mentioned that he saw Madge the Badge and attempted to talk to her, but she slipped into her hole. When we got to Madge’s mound, we said, “Hey, Madge! It’s us. Are you coming out?” She popped her head up immediately, crawled out of her hole, and posed. Laurie asked her if she was a model, and she was like, “Duh! Isn’t it obvious?” She recognized our voices and came out to visit. She’s very intelligent. If you are wondering how I know Madge is a female. I don’t know what her sex is. I’m gendering her as a female because I like the name Madge the Badge.
“You called?”
I thought Madge was talking to us without making noise. But when I processed the photos, I could see she was chewing on something.
A Black Headed Grosbeak (top) and a female Western Tanager (bottom)
Black Headed Grosbeak
Female Western Tanager
Western Bluebird
I’m not sure what Osric Owl had in his talons, but it could be the tail feather of a Cooper’s Hawk.
Nora Owl was on her favorite perch.
Willa looked disgusted that Water was nowhere to be seen.
Night To Day. Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
I played an unplugged version of Night To Day on my freshly restored Elvis Presley Harmony guitar in my farewell to 2023 video on New Year’s Eve. I later recorded the metal version and asked Teagan if she wanted to sing it. She wasn’t sure about singing metal, but Teagan is a good sport, and she is adventurous when it comes to art and music, so she dove into the metallic pool and nailed it. Her ethereal voice is perfect for the ghostly theme of Night To Day.
If you have trouble viewing the video, you can listen to the song on SoundCloud.
Night to Day
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene
[Verse 1] I saw Sun crash to the ground It threw colors far and wide With yellows into reds consumed Swallowed up by ravenous blues
[Pre-chorus] Dusk sang dirges to the dark Clouds ignited a fiery show
[Chorus] See the darkness Nighttime’s falling Time to slumber, But ghosts are calling Feel the darkness Your skin starts crawling Who can sleep when ghosts come calling
[Verse 2] As embers meander through the night Shadows creep under bright moonlight Dawn wakes colors that light the sky Painting darkness red, yellow, blue
[Pre-chorus] Defeating darkness that’s Eos’ way She breathes life into one more day
[Chorus] See the light Ghosts dissolving Time to rise A new day’s calling Feel the light Your skin stops crawling When you’re up to see ghosts dissolving
[Bridge] Night to day. Day to night Flesh and spirits, in a moment, fight For the right to live or die Trading places, one sacrificed
[Outro] See the darkness Nighttime’s falling Time to slumber Ghosts come calling See the light A new day’s calling Time to rise, see ghosts dissolving
Rio Samba
Altissimo
Guard hummingbird en garde
Spotted Towhee in the tree. House Finch lands in the same tree. Spotted Towhee chases House Finch away.
Spotted Towhee was all proud of himself.
Nora Owl flew over where I could get better shots of her this afternoon.
Walter and Willa were in the top of the cottonwood huddled up together and dozing on and off.
Osric Owl was trying to sleep with the wind blowing his ear tufts.
We have had persistent high winds since Thursday night. Several thunderstorms blew through this afternoon dropping a quarter inch of rain, and pelting us with marble sized hail.
Off Center & Not Even 