
Twilight



Dawn


Doppel Art




Doppel hanging out with Loki

Silver

Sasha
A bird in hand


A bird in hand and a Spunk on the prowl


Belafonte and Spunk






Sunset


Owl


Cloud rays



Less than a week after the multi-agency effort to release 650 million gallons of water into the Rio Grande as a “scientific experiment… to learn how the water flows through the river…”, all 650 million gallons of water have since flowed past Corrales, and the river is back to where it was last Monday before the water was released last Tuesday. I hope the bureaucrats learned how water flows through the river.
It seemed like a good time to post The Drought, that I wrote, recorded, and made a video asking the question, “Where did all the water go?” The song is raw and rough, in the style of what I call “Dry Metal.” The lyrics are at the end of the post.



Spunk: “I can’t believe all the water’s gone!”

Back to the start of the day.












Cracked clay on one side
Green slime on the other side
Dichotomousness?



Daily Doppel

Sunrise
The Drought
By Timothy Price
[Chorus]
Where did all the water go?
Where did all the water go?
Where did all the water go?
[Verse]
Scorched earth, cracked white clay
Fried in dryness, woe
Drought sucks life’s blood away
Where did all the water go?
[Chorus]
Where did all the water go?
Where did all the water go?
Where did all the water go?
[Verse]
Thirsty plants bow their heads
Pray for rain, the watershed
Parched seeds cry die of thirst
How have we earned this curse?
[Bridge]
Sun shines happiness
We frolic in deceptive rays
Encourages us to foolish ways
Water’s precious, so we say
But we waste it anyway
In denial as it dwindles
Less and less from day to day to day
[Chorus]
Where did all the water go?
Where did all the water go?
Where did all the water go?
[Outro]
Where once water flowed clear and cold
Green slime clings to mud
The water’s foul, so the waterfowl
Fly off in search of some
Where did all the water go?
Where did all the water go?
Where did all the water go?

100% full August Sturgeon moon this morning.










Moon in dog



Cottonwood cemetery at twilight under the full moon

Lost soles, and a little more bared than feet?

Spunk has become my personal trainer and taskmaster.


This is how it’s done, pathetic, weakling, weeny paparazzo

Come on, you wicked, weeny, whimpy weightlifter! Add more weight! Do more reps! Do more sets! Push through it until it burns and you feel like you’re going to puke!

I have my eye on you, you lazy lackey. Even though you are lying on the bench press, there is no rest for whimpy, wicked, weeny paparazzi!

I’m going to make you press until you puke! You pectorally challenged, pathetic, catatonic paparazzo Puke!



You can’t get up. Do more reps. Do more sets! I’m going to hold you down until you press and puke.

Loki doing his kitty Tai chi streches.

Bromeliad that Laurie got to bloom again. Quite an accomplishment in our dry climate.

Catatonic kitty! The poor, pesky, pathetic excuse of a puke paparazzo wore out the taskmaster.

Jake and I went out for a short walk between light rain showers tonight.


