A contrail graced the sky in morning darkness Hung over Venus, under Orion Persisted through twilight Stretched, twisted, and morphed into dawn Birthed contrails at sunrise Contrail conspiracies are made of these
Cranes roosting in the shallows at twilight
Jake at south beach
Cranes
I doubt this tree will be standing tomorrow morning
Through the portal once again. This is closer to how dark it is when I walk through, spirits clawing at my jacket as I pass through.
Geese in the distance in view of the expanding contrail.
Light fog while the sun was thinking about rising.
Portal to The Beach
Big sun rising behind the fog
We scared a small flock of ducks.
Brad wanted to know where that mud was. Jake has been walking through the mini mud bog every morning all week.
Frost
The sorry, silver-haired Sasquatch, wetback road crew
The sorry, silver-haired Sasquatch, wetback road crew worked on the top part of the road all morning. Being the same as it ever was, folks who live on Cinco Milagros, but have to cross my culvert and drive on 30 feet on my road to get to their houses, don’t stop and thank me for working on the culvert so it doesn’t collapse from the rain. When I wave at them, they don’t wave back; they drive on by in their Mercedes and BMWs, and scowl at me like I’m some aged, hired hand, illegal laborer stinking up the crossing.
Glenda: “I appreciate you working on the culvert, because I know if it collapsed, you wouldn’t be able to go out and get me food!”
Laure got this pic of Silver curled up in the cushions on the deck.
Sacked out, Sliver. He wore himself out being curled up in the cushions.
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
