Spunk helping Laurie with her Chaucer research by reading the Caterbury Tails written by Chaucer’s cat Argos.
Eyes are upon you
Peeking through the heated grates
Caution Precaution
Ringo the Ring-neck Duck
“Damn! I hate it when that happens!”
Incoming
Big Sky Calling is an instrument piece I wrote and finished recording this morning.
New Year’s Timku
Happy twenty-three
Hope you keep your flame burning
Prosper and be free
New Year’s Spunku
Will things go to pot?
Black-eyed peas will help us through
See in twenty-three
The last moon of 2022
Cranes flying on the Crow highway
Landing gears down
Large bird in the clouds
Moon, clouds, contrails, and Tangle Heart Tree
In-coming
Roadrunner in the clouds
Fuzzy moon over Shey’s tree
Crossing beaks for a great 2023
Sandhill Cranes
Sandhill cranes in a flying-V
Mystery bird
The Pleiades is at the middle left. Mars is in between the light streak and Resa’s tree on the lower left. Jupiter is at the top right.
Dark-eyed Junco
Three cranes at dawn
Three cranes at dusk
Cranes cackling up a storm.
As the cranes fly in they start cackling like crazy after they land. I don’t know if they are cursing at each other or calling each other names, because they started to fight.
A Craneku
Jumping up and down
Wings spread insults said they fight
Part of the routine
Cranes specks in the sky
Freezing cottonwoods shiver
Dawn spreads light’s colors
Sun sets behind wire
Orange glow fades out of reach
Thoughts gone asunder
Cranes circled above the house at sunrise.
Sunset
A large gathering of cranes in the distance.
Hanging out in groups of three.
A crane flew to the moon one night
A silhouette against the cool light
Icarus flew close to the sun
He burned his wings, fell back to earth
The crane asked the broken man
“Why oh why are you such a fool? Men are not meant to fly!
Why oh why try to fly to the sun when by and by…”
The crane said with a heavy sigh
“…you know that you will surely die!”
Off Center & Not Even 