
Sliver Moon, Venus, and Regulus


Dawn








Zeba and Silver

Morning Glory

Spunk @16:24

Sunset


Moonrise and Venus

Sliver Moon between the lines









Wile E. Coyote has a hangdog look in the first photo when he was on the ditch by our gate. He crossed the Clearwater ditch, ran up onto the top of the levee near where I was, and looked a little less hangdog.



Ducks in the ditch



Cranes in the Rio Grande

Contrails

Sunset

Black lace cottonwoods

Night sky


Spunk: “Bah, Solstice humbug! The stinking day lasts too stinking long on stinking Solstice!”

Venus and the sliver moon at dust again.

Night sky looking east.

Sol the orange and black striped beetle: “I love Solstice and having a long day to lounge in the daisies!”

Night sky looking west.

Night sky looking north.

Night Sky Looking south.

If you don’t want to listen to the new song (it’s hard rock/metal) about the new abnormal, you can simply enjoy the photo of the sliver moon and Venus hanging out together in the clouds last night.
While I was cleaning out my address book of people who have died or simply disappeared over the past three years, I realized that outside of my family and work, I have only a few real, in-the-flesh friends in town who I rarely see. I started thinking about how my physical world has grown so small, how the powers that be work hard to keep the world in turmoil, and while their mouthpieces and talking heads in the popular press speak of the “new normal” it’s really the “new abnormal” that is being shoved down our throats. For better or worse, it inspired a new song.
New Abnormal
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[verse]
I’ve watched my world as it’s grown so small
I sit, I stare, as I listen to The Wall
I would like to break bottles in the hall
But plastic bottles won’t break at all.
I’m feeling spastic I’m all alone
My world is dreary no one’s home
[Chorus]
Will we ever be normal again?
Can we say what normal has been?
The new abnormal is tearing us asunder
They divide us up as they plunder.
[verse]
The hand of doom it pleases me
Mother Mary, can you set me free?
“Man, oh man, you sinned indeed!
Maybe that’s why you can’t see!”
I may be blind my cross-eyed Mary
But the world I see is desolate and scary
[Chorus]
Will we ever be normal again?
Can we say what normal has been?
The new abnormal is tearing us asunder
They divide us up as they plunder.
[Bridge]
All my friends have disappeared
Pandemic lockdowns made us weird
Thinking each other is deranged
Now we are ideologically estranged
Isolation made us rage
We took it in, we felt the pain
Masked like bandits, identities were lost
Now we’re strangers. Was it worth the cost?
[Outro]
Will we ever be normal again?
They said our norms were mortal sins
Their new abnormal will save us any bother
They divide us up
Will we ever be normal again?
They said our norms were mortal sins
Their new abnormal will save us any bother
They divide us up.
They send us off to slaughter