A kitty print. Which kitty remains a mystery.
Purple ice mimicking the pTerodactyl on the clearwater ditch.
pTerodactyl flying over the clearwater ditch
Sandias and cranes at dusk.
Purple Tangle Heart with crescent moon
Dusk
Dusk and crescent moon
Persistence of dusk with crescent moon
Crescent moon
9ºF (-12.8ºC) at Dawn
Tommy Towhee puffed at 17ºF (-8.3ºC)
Crow and Clouds
Sunset at 17ºF (-8.3ºC) looking north on the levee
A bit of cold color through the trees looking west
Sliver moon at dusk
While the crows flew along their highway from nowhere to somewhere, a couple of cranes had a spat.
The forecast is for snow. Let’s see what happens.
These guys were really singing tonight.
Trio landing.
Venus at dawn.
Jupiter and moons.
The lyrics for my latest song came to me while I was jaywalking across Jefferson Blvd. by the office. The style of the song came to me while I was changing the light fixtures from fluorescent to LED in the men’s restroom at the office. When I removed one of the fluorescent bulbs from one of the fixtures, the end of the bulb burst into flames. It was really bizarre. Both sockets the bulb’s pins were in melted in the few seconds it took me to twist the bulb out of the sockets while it burst into flames. The flames went out before I could get my phone out of my pocket and do a photo or video. I was standing on a ladder with a burning bulb in my hand, so I wasn’t in a good position to get to my phone. Mark came into the restroom a few seconds later to tell me he had come in to get stuff together to go out to the field tomorrow. I showed him the melted sockets and burned bulb, we talked about his fieldwork, and I forgot to photograph the melted sockets and burned bulb. Anyway, the burning bulb reminded me of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire”, which gave me the idea to very loosely write the song in a similar style.
The Jazz Age
Jaywalking
By Timothy Price
Jaywalking
Code talking
Walking round in women’s stockings
Jabberwocky
So shocking
Minor keys we’re really rocking
Shaking booties
Tutti fruity
long-legged exotic beauties
Masked cuties
Black hoodies
We’re all getting COVID cooties
We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there
We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place
Pipe dreams
Lost steam
Hogtied, so it seems
Inbred
In the red
Can’t seem to get ahead
Lost time
sublime
No, you’re not on my dime
Not fine
Green slime
Flat tire? It doesn’t rhyme
We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there
We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place
YouTubing
KY lubing
Don’t you know we’re really grooving
Zoom bombing
Face palming
We’re out of sync. Why you calling?
Youth aging
Folks gaging
While the culture wars are waging
Been raped
No probate
It seems like there’s no escape
We’re all on our way to nowhere
We once thought we’d go somewhere
We’re on our way to nowhere
But now we’re neither here nor there
We’re all on our way to nowhere
Downtrodden, fallen from grace
We’re on our way to nowhere
Still stuck in the same old place
I took the same old walk. Got the same old photos. The same old stuff.
A few days before Christmas, Tristan asked if I had any extra guitar cases for acoustic guitars. I had a gig bag I told her she could have. The next day she said she didn’t need the gig bag after all because the guitar they were going to give to Craig’s nephew for Christmas was broken. I told her I’d donate a guitar for them to give him for Christmas. Of course, that meant I needed to replace the guitar. A few weeks before Christmas, Marina “adopted” a wolf for us at the Wolf Conservation Center in New York as a gift. His name is Mosby. When I was looking for a replacement guitar I remembered that Luna made a Wolf guitar. I found a Luna Wolf Guitar and ordered it.
The Wolf Conservation Center sent a video of Mosby howling with two other wolves who are off-camera. I recorded music to Mosby’s howling in the video yesterday using a jazz guitar and my 7-string guitar for the rhythm guitars. As luck has it, my Luna Wolf Guitar came in today, and the full Wolf Moon rose tonight. When I got home from work, I recorded a track with the wolf guitar and replaced the jazz guitar track with the track I played on the Wolf guitar. Then I went out to the river and photographed the Wolf Moon rising.
The Lobo Lunatic playing the Luna Wolf Guitar with the Wolf Moon rising behind him.
A full view of the Luna Wolf Guitar. It has Rosewood back and sides and the collage on the top is made with Rosewood, Zebrawood, Paduk, Bird’s Eye Maple, Koa, and Flame Maple. The neck markers are the moon phases with the full moon at the 12th fret. It has Fishman electronics and a built-in tuner. It’s a really beautiful guitar. It plays well and sounds great.
Sunset
Daddy Owl (left) and Mama Owl came together over me tonight.
The geese were really cranky this evening. They did take a break from cranking to do synchronized preening.
Mama Owl
Late afternoon to sunset.
Daddy Owl looking at Mama Owl who’s giving the Paparazzo the squint like Clint.
