Creation has two truths: One that radiates, and one that exists. More simply: The star sings; the nebula is silent. Both are true. For a full discussion, please follow this link to the YouTube video. #nebulas #stars #astrophotography #poetry #キシテハイ

These are a composites of my previous Orion Nebula photographs. I spent some time with them in Lightroom and Photoshop. I took the source images with my SeeStar S50 telescope/camera.

Trump picks crimes he’s committed and prosecutes others for them even when they haven’t committed them.

Uh yeah

Yep

All the best people love Trump.

A song for a land older than our maps. There were no borders here before we came. One day, the lines we drew may cross us.

87 pounds down as of this morning. Trying to make it 90 soon and then 100.

Monday morning lack of motivation

1: The propaganda was so pervasive that my trumpanic membrane… 2: Excuse me, did you mean tympanic membrane? 1: No, I meant trumpanic membrane. 2: What exactly is a trumpanic membrane: 1: Oh, It’s a panicky message from DJT that beats in your ear like a drum and increases the more you ignore it.

Congratulations, voters across the country yesterday. You sent a loud message to the wannabe dictator and his minions.

My SeeStar S50 telescope took this image of the Pleiades last night. I then imported it into Adobe®️ Lightroom®️ and edited it just a bit. It didn’t require much work at all. My telescope stacked these images for four hours while I slept. I made some fine tweaks this morning, and that was enough.

No Kings Protest at the Duval County Courthouse in Jacksonville, FL

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From last night. The first photo is an edited version of my AI-enhanced photo of the Veil nebula in the Cygnus constellation. AI took care of the larger adjustments before I began to tweak it. The second image is the original before I got to it. The third is the stacked image without enhancement.

When a nation born of stolen land steals its own light, her tears still shine to guide us home.

🍁 Change sings in every color. “Autumnal Colors” blends guitar, choral tension, and haiku-like flow. 💬 What colors or feelings does it paint for you? #Autumn #changingleaves #seasons #fall #colors

A collage from my TikTok account with a picture of my unadorned face and three others of me as Count Robbin Graves, the last of of which is me striking a pose like Christopher Lee’s Dracula, bearing his fangs in predatory glee. Do you really know who I am? [maniacal laughter]

Tarnished Medals is a protest song about the Wounded Knee massacre of 1890. U.S. troops slaughtered Lakota men, women, and children — then awarded Medals of Honor to those responsible. To this day, those medals remain. The record still speaks, and the stain on our humanity has not faded.

The Sand Creek Massacre on November 29, 1864 stands out as one of the most shameful acts in United States history. The Cheyenne people mistakenly assumed that raising the American flag with a white flag underneath it would protect them from attack by the very people that had agreed to spare them.

All right, I’m putting myself out there with this clip of me singing a cappella. It’s part of a larger song. I’ve composed recently and I might post the whole thing a cappella sometime soon or with my instrumental accompaniment. Anyway, I hope you like it. It’s not polished at all. It’s just me.

From last night’s astrophotography session

As we grow older, nostalgia brings us back to our place. It did for me recently on my 64th birthday when I traveled back to my hometown. I remembered those times when I was a small child growing up back in the 1960s. Then I realized we can miss those simpler times without even thinking about them.

Oh, fuck! The rapture took place on September 23, and I got left behind. Hey Jesus! I want a do-over, man. I was supposed to eating ribs and pork-n-beans with you in my golden mansion, not suffering in the Great Tribulation down here with all these democrats!!!!!

In memory of my guitar mentor and friend, Ronald Aubrey Johnson

“Missing Hands Leave Empty Silos” mourns not only the empty fields, but the missing hands that once harvested them — seized by the very people they fed, and abducted into a penal system that will never let them go. We bit the hands that fed us. They fed us — and we fed them into the system.

Laughter doesn’t obey laws. I wrote this protest song as a reminder: truth laughs last — and you can’t shut us up. #ProtestSong #satire #ComedyResistance #TruthLaughsLast #IfYouCouldShutUsUp

Arrrrgggghhh!!!! Happy talk like a pirate day, me hearties! Don’t be a bunch of flibbertigibbets. Arrrrgggghhh!!!!

My latest work on Andromeda. This image is a stacked photo of approximately 2 hours and 8 minutes at 10-second intervals. Afterwards, I took the image into Adobe Lightroom and did what I could in a few minutes. When I start running my images through Siril and Pixinsight, they should improve.

I decided to ad lib a melody for my new song tonight because the nature of the song requires a sense of minimalism. If you listen to the lyrics, you’ll understand why. This is by no means the final version and I did not rehearse this song before I sang it. It’s just me putting myself out there.

A shot from snapshot from last night’s astrophotography session. Andromeda and two other galaxies: M31, M32, and M110. Telescope/camera: SeeStar S50 Editing app: Adobe®️ Lightroom®️ As for other details of the shot, I didn’t even think of them. I let my tele do all that work. 🤣

I composed the lyrics and original music for this song over 30 years ago. Recently, I modified it to add more fun to the whole mix. Last night I added even more for my daughter‘s birthday. The painting in the video is hers. She gave it to me for my last birthday. Happy birthday, dear daughter. 🎁🎉🎂

A contemplative jazz meditation I created with Suno from my own lyrics and guitar melody — part of my ongoing 9/11 Requiem, dedicated to all who lost loved ones that day. Follow my YouTube link if you want to read more. #NeverForget #911Requiem #flight93 #InRemembrance #tearsforthetowers

I composed the lyrics and melody for this song on a river walk — sang it out loud before it was even finished. Suno brought it to life. Imagine that. The truth always sings louder than the lies. #releasethefiles #secretsexposed #youcanthideit #dirtydrawers #weknowwhatyoudid

A coyote met me on the boardwalk. Dolphins rose in the river. Out of that night came Coyote Spirit — verses of haiku, shaped by dissonant guitar and the Ki–Shō–Ten–Ketsu arc of K’shtehai. #K’shtehai #fear #coexistence #キシテハイ #切れ字

My cover of Hoagy Carmichael’s classic, made famous by Teagarden & Armstrong. Recorded walking the river boardwalk at night — frogs went silent, dolphins followed, maybe even a coyote watched. Not perfect, just music in the world. #Jazz #rockingchairs #growingold #grabbingatflies #gigglewater

I wrote these lyrics on the night of September 4, 2025, after nodding off while stargazing. The image that came to me was of being one of the disciples who couldn’t stay awake while Jesus prayed in agony. For a full description of this song, see my comments about it in this YouTube video link.

Unacceptable. ICE must be illegal. They are the Gestapo.

The oldest fossil evidence shows that humans originated in Africa about 200,000 years ago and would have had dark pigmented skin to protect them from intense UV rays. So if you're a believer in "God," and believe man was created in his image... then it stands to reason that God is a Black man.

A song of love and letting go — Hedy Lamarr imagined as the brightest star, honored but never possessed. #HedyLamarr #K’shtehai #起承転結 #guitar #oboe

This song is mainly directed at me. I created it to remind myself that I alone get the final word on who I am and who I will be. No one else gets to do that for me. It’s my positive loop to counter the negative loop I listened to since I was young. If it helps you, then I’ve done some good. Peace.

This choral piece was born of my efforts to bring my new poetic form K’shtehai into music and art. K’shtehai is an abbreviation for Asian rhetorical form Ki Shō Ten Ketsu. I’m using this form with the Japanese poetic form, haiku, to create a new movement called Ki Shō Ten Haiku.

This Jazz solo piece was born of my efforts to bring my new poetic form K’shtehai into music and art. K’shtehai is an abbreviation for Asian rhetorical form Ki Shō Ten Ketsu. I’m using this form with the Japanese poetic form, haiku, to create a new movement called Ki Shō Ten Haiku.

The osprey’s eyes are sharp. They see you before you see them. Good thing for us that we’re not on its menu.

Early this morning, while I was out for an astrophotography session, the clouds rolled in, and I began to curse at them. Then, with sudden clarity, I realized the clouds were also part of the universe. They were no less unique than the clouds of gas I was trying to capture in my deep space images.

“This piece started with a laugh. I heard Gavin Newsom keep saying, ‘He’s a tough guy, he wants to be a tough guy,’ and it cracked me up. It reminded me of those cartoon gangsters I used to imitate as a kid—straight out of The Flintstones and Bugs Bunny. Mel Blanc was my hero for voices like that.

Time steals from us all — but we don’t have to go quietly. “The Ticks and Tocks of Devil Clocks” is my folk-rock stand against aging, with a nod to sonnet form and a wink to The Twilight Zone. Hope it resonates with you. #Aging #FolkRock #OriginalSong

I took these images early this morning and processed them right away. I composed the music on my guitar and played it into Suno AI Music last night. My new SeeStar S50 telescope/camera enhanced a few of these photos with some AI. I then took them into Lightroom and enhanced them further.