Dawn
Sunrise. The river was up from the rain.
Taboo
The last Dragonfly
Jake giving me a lazy greeting when I got home.
Taboo again
Sun peeking through angry stormclouds
The river running a few feet higher at sunset
A cluck of cranes on the other side of the river because there were no islands to stand on.
Sunset
Lights on Resa’s Wolf Tree from the car delivering the newspaper to our neighbor at 5:30 a.m.
5:35 a.m.
6:25 a.m.
6:30 a.m.
6:45 a.m.
Almost sunrise @ 7:30 a.m.
Doppel
Railrunner
Sunset
Cranes landing to roost north of Beaver Point.
Reflection of the Chalice Tree
Silver in a contemplational computation of sunrise
Jake waiting to go on a walk and contemplate the sunset.
Sunset
A touch of red
Cranes flew over
Twilight clouds
Taboo
Sunrise
Loki
Top down: Gwendolyn, Silver, Loki
Doppel
Gwendoly again
Sunset
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?
While walking in a dark forest in southern Germany on March 15th, I was caught in a sudden cold and violent storm a mile from home. As I trudged through the trees, my boots sinking into the soggy soil, I heard the faint cries of spirits and the mournful lamentations of ghosts swirling through the trees. The cold wind carried their complaints about a dark and violent past through the forest, still echoing sadness about the state of the world. As I scraped mud from my boots and wrung out the rain from my soaked hair, I bid farewell to the ghosts of the forest’s dark past, leaving them outdoors to their eternal lament.
The lyrics are a mixture of English and archaic Goth (somewhat reminiscent of Latin), which seemed appropriate after getting caught in a violent storm in a dark, ancient forest in southern Germany. The chorus is archaic Goth, and the bridge and outro are the translation of the chorus. The pre-outro, or second bridge, is the translation of the Goth used in the third verse.
Pre-dawn
Sunrise
Sunset
Thoughts Turned Cold
Timothy Price
[Verse 1]
Thoughts turned cold, face stung by frozen rain
Plagent wind lamented years of weltschmerz
Checked the date, indeed, the Ides of March march on
[Verse 2]
Archaic thoughts fall into foggy bottoms
Like dark matter filling ancient voids
Persistent question placed on repeat
Oh my god, what have they done?
What have they done?
[Pre-Chorus]
As steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang
[Chorus – Archaic Goth]
Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen
Susurrate atrabilious lacrimonias pang
Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim
[Bridge -Translation of the chorus]
A melancholic sadness about the state of the world
Let out a loud cry to feel a sorrowful discontent
With a loud lemanting wail for the dead
Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget
Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all
[Verse 3]
Scraped spirits off my boots, ploration in querimonious woe
Wrung Nixie from my hair, Kelpie slid to Undine slabs dispersing under foot
Shut the door leaving gasts outdoors, tenebrific exanclate
[Pre-Chorus]
Steps sank into soggy soil, sad spirits sang
[Chorus]
Weltschmerz ululant repline mit plangor keen
Susurrate atrabilious lacrimosa pang
Misosophy atramentous luctiferous ainamma jah allaim
[Pre-Outro – Translation of verse 3]
Loud weeping with complaints of great sorrow
Water spirits shape-shift to elemental ghosts
Making darkness, struggling through suffering
[Outro]
A melancholic sadness about the state of the world
Let out a loud cry to feel sorrowful discontent
With a loud lemanting wail for the dead
Whispers meloncholic full of tears reget
Hatred of wisdom black as ink bringing sorrow to one and all
Old gnarly tree at sunrise
Las grandes tetones de Nuevo Mexico
Colibrí al amanecer
Sunset
Toad amongst turquoise
The river rose for a while last night after the rain.
Who is that masked man?
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
Sunrise
The persistence of pareidolia. Left to right: Wolf’s head. Three faces above the wolf’s head. Head and shoulders of a bear lying on its back. Kitty in the sky. A person looking down on from the top. A long-eared hound running over a fox that’s lying on its back over Resa’s Wolf Tree, and a pig in the lower right (see my key at the end of the post).
Spunk watching Sasha
Spunk mad dogging Sasha
Sunset
Here’s what I saw.
Notre Pond has turned into a Norte Piddle that looks like a unicorn knight with a fox tail.
Snowy Egret
Sunrise
We were being followed by a coyote again.
Glenda
Dopple hanging out under the landing while I worked on the ramp.
The ramp is basically finished.
Dusk
Blue moon making the sky yellow before peeking over the Sandias.
Jupiter and Venus were nicely aligned.
Blue Moon rising
Looked a little more blues soomed in, through the trees
