Wañusqakunamanta

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.

Cranes In The Rain

Venus @ Dawn

Walked out in the rain to see the cranes
In the Tangle Heart Tree sat the pTer
Near the pTer, Daddy Owl had a few words to share
Top of the day to ya! Wile E Coyote seemed to say while sitting on the levee
Eyes turned to the cry of a crane catching up with its cronies
Rio Grande reflected clouds and cranes in the rain

Hooteluja!

Dawn

Sunset on Sandias

While taking the above photo of the Sandias in red, I heard a buzzing noise. I turned to see what it was and three paragliders were flying my way.

Moon and contrail at dusk

While I was photographing the moon and contrail, I heard an owl hooting close by. I investigated further and there was an owl perched on the edge of the nest I hung in Susan’s tree in August 2022. Hooteluja! Hooteluja! Hooooteluuuja!

It was dark, and I had to use 15x digital zoom on my phone’s camera, so I couldn’t tell if it was daddy owl. It could be one for the owlets from a few years ago out house shopping. Whichever owl it is, it’s a good sign to see an owl perched on the edge of the nest.

dusk

Afterglow

Easter Sunday Surprise

Happy Easter! Glenda showed her respect by lying down with the bunny and the lamb.

Osric is a wily old owl. He misled me on where I suspected Nora Owl and the owlets might be. Last night I walked down to see Osric after sundown.

After a good been of negotiation between us, Osric flew over to a tree on the other side of the tree where I thought Nora and the Owlets might be.

Nora came out of a tree closer to the ditch bank, and an owlet popped its little head up. I was so close to them, I couldn’t get Nora into the frame using the Bazooka.

Nora took off before I could change cameras, and the owlet looked up as Mama silently flew away.

Two little owlets stared at me from the nest. Happy Easter Owls!

STOP Color

STOP and look around
Colors here there everywhere
Sky clouds birds mountains

A Western Bluebird with Blue

All blue above and below the Sandias.

Osric Owl braving the wind.

Half a moon

I had a terrible time getting this American Coot in focus

Dawn’s colors from home, on the road, and at the office this morning.

Lining Up

Morning sky at 5:30 am

Bugs

Wynonna

Swallow

Mama Owl napping. Daddy Owl on the lookout for dinner.

Mama Owl back at the nest as it’s getting dark. Looks like three little fuzzy heads in the nest.

Mama Owl flying off in search of food.

A wowlet looking at me while one of the other wowlets is stretching its wings.