Where Did All The Water Go?

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?

Geschützgewehre zielen

Dawn

There’s a shooting range we walk by before entering the forest.

Die Bar ist geöffnet
Geh am Sonntag schießen, trink
Geschützgewehre zielen

Speaking of Karlsberg beer, the Karlsberg Brewery is in Homberg.

Under the ruins of the castle on the hill above Homberg is a sand mine.

With hard hats on our heads, we descended into the sand mines. In Italy truant children were turned into donkies and sent to work in the salt mines. I wonder if truant children were sent to work in the sand mines in Homberg.

Homberg residents took refuge in the sand minds during bombing raids on homberg in WWII.

Atlas purrfurs the yarn mine. Sand mines are for other purposes in the cat world. Photo by Tristan.

Lots of low ceilings. The tunnels were much darker than in the photos.

Homberg

Atlas: “Blanket caves are so much more comfortable than sandbox tunnels!” Photo by Tristan.

A Little New… A Little Old…

Under the scrub brush
Bashful bosque bunny hides
Peek! Boo! I see you!

While I was looking for some old photos for Tristan, I came across three of the weird sign photos I took when I was studying Geography and Photography at the university.

Me driving a tractor before I learned to walk

When I tell people I learned to drive before I learned to walk, they think I’m bat guano crazy and full of kitty kaka.

A Sinuous Walk

Cat sees dog

The slow acceptance

Note to self. “Don’t get so close to dawg!”

Jupiter over Resa’s Wolf Tree. Orion on the right.

A sinuous walk
Winding through three sunder miles
Born to see the light

Sunset

Dusk