Stories Told A Million Times

I was thinking about how the memory of the present is easily lost in the shuffle. The future is unpredictable other than the inevitable, but the past has a certain clarity. Stories from the past want to be told, but as memories from the present become lost, so does that last time the stories were told, creating a new personal paradigm — the stories will be told over and over and over and over again. 

Dawn

pTerodactyl at dawn

Stories Told A Million Times
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
Eyes no longer see the glory
Unable to focus on the future
They dwell on the past
Distant memories from years gone by

[Chorus]
Have I ever told you the story…
Yes, dear, you have. A million times…
How about the time I…
Yes, dear, you have!

[Verse 2]
Experiences lived years ago
Are as clear as yesterday
While yesterday seems a distant past
Long forgotten, swallowed by the mist

[Chorus]
Have I ever told you the story…
Yes, my friend. A million times…
How about the time I…
Yes, my friend, you have!

[Bridge]
Mind goes numb
Speech grows dumb
Stories once told
Now on repeat
Played over, and over
And over again

[Chorus]
Have I ever told you the story…
Yes, grandpa. A million times…
How about the time I…
Yes, grandpa, you have!

[Outro]
Will you remember my stories told
When I’ve passed on, dead and gone?
Stories told a million times
Do they get retold or die with the old
Buried and lost to the living
Told and retold among the dead

Sunrise Superman

I was inspired to write and record “Sunrise Superman” from my early morning walks with Jake.

Dawn

Sunrise

Jake and I had walked over a mile south of where I took the first photo of dawn before the sun began to rise.

Sunrise Superman
By Timothy Price

[Verse 1]
Sunrise Superman, twilight’s spy
Captures color with bedazzled eyes
In love, he Kisses Dawn’s pink blue skies
Silence broken by cranes’ cracked cries

[Chorus]
Sunrise Superman in love with dawn
Sunrise Superman twilight’s spawn
Sunrise Superman the day is drawn
Kryptonite clouds, they fade, they’re gone

[Verse 2]
Daybreak’s twighlight starts the day
Consumed by dawn along the way
Passes colors, pink, red, and gray
The light of blue has the final say

[Chorus]
Sunrise Superman in love with dawn
Sunrise Superman twilight’s spawn
Sunrise Superman the day is drawn
Kryptonite clouds, they fade, they’re gone

[Bridge]
Light breaks the darkness
Spawns colors bright
Sun peeks from under covers
Yawns big and stretches
Throwing rays far and wide
Into the the deep blue heavens
The Dead go back to bed
While goodness, forms awakens

[Outro]
Sunrise Superman in love with dawn
Sunrise Superman twilight’s spawn
Sunrise Superman the day is drawn
Kryptonite clouds, they fade, they’re gone

Big Gulps & Lost Soles

Dawn after the flash flood

Snow Egret caught a fish for breakfast

Another lost sole

Big Gulp

A lost soul, perhaps

The dark line on the opposite bank is the flash flood line, about 6 feet (two meters) above the current natural flow of the river.

Turtle tracks

The moon will be full tomorrow night, but we have not seen it the last few nights because of clouds.

Another Dawn

pTerodactyl tracks

A broken back lying on the riverbed at dawn

Spunk

Desert Dynamics

Dawn

Dusk last night. Dusk tonight.

A flash flood this afternoon left piles of debris where I have been walking on the riverbed.

The temp was 101.1º F (38.39ºC) this afternoon before cloud cover brought the temperatures down.

Mushroom clouds at dusk

Afterglow

Milk Chocolate Water

Not that we are getting a few thunderstorms in the evenings, the runoff turns the water flowing in the Rio Grande the color of chocolate milk. Inspired by the milk chocolate water flowing in the Rio Grande, I wrote and recorded a song of the same name and made it into the above music video.

The river was higher at dawn from runoff from thunderstorms north and west of us. By dusk, most of the water had receded.

Dawn (water). Dusk (mud).

The Snowy Egret that follows us around most mornings

Dawn

Almost sunrise

Dusk

Eastside Coyotes

Jake and I were walking on the riverbed at South Beach this morning when a couple of coyotes appeared on the east side of the river and started barking at us. They had a lot to say. A few weeks ago, the three coyotes we often see on the west side of the river walked down on the riverbed with us to get a drink of water. They were silent, and did all their business like, “Don’t mind us!” Jake and I were standing about 25 feet from the westside coyotes.

Dawn

Dusk. We’ve had a little rain the past few nights, so the river is up a little from the runoff.

Rain But No Rain

Virgas hung from anemic clouds
Teasing parched earth that begged for rain
Moon rose, hung in the trees
Strawberry Moon forever?
Night heron and Snowiy egret reflected in Rio Grande’s water
It’s dwindling into a stream
Stormclouds blushed at sunset
Embarrassed by their precipitous disfunction

Out To Lunch At Walmart

Blue Grosbeak and the Cresent Moon

A Swainson’s Hawk was having lunch on a light pole in a Walmart parking lot.

Noon

Tiny toadlets on the riverbed at sunset

Speaking being out to lunch, I’m going to take a long lunch break from blogging. I’m tired, and I have been having so much trouble with WordPress over the past few months, I can’t deal with it anymore, and I have decided I really need to take a break.

Sunset

Venus above Jupiter

Doppel in the dark