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I wrote this one somewhere in 2005-2010 when we were living up in Salem, Oregon. It was a brand new apartment complex right next to farmland and I’d never lived out of state before. Then, wonderfully, I found my Muse waking up for the first time in years and making music far more complex than I had previous produced.

Church Key

This piece struck me as expressing the ethereal sensations spawned by standing within a great cathedral, feeling both in awe and diminished somehow. Written and recorded in my Composer’s Sketchbook in the 1990s.

The Event | Episode 22 – Breaking Down the Doors

The next installment of my science fiction thriller in which a mysterious force sweeps around the globe erasing everything man made.

Episode 22 – Breaking Down the Doors

The world had seen enough.  Before the final images faded on the screens, financial markets across the globe crashed to their daily stop levels within minutes and closed, never to open again.  Those not yet opened never did.  For those few who had already posted orders to sell short, enormous fortunes were made that were worth nothing.

Commodity markets lasted a little longer with heavy trading driving up the prices of non-corruptible goods and food stuffs to previously unimaginable levels until, of course, it was realized that, with few exceptions, there would be no means of fulfilling contracts.

Banks quickly closed their doors as did an exploding number of retail outlets around the world, only to have those doors broken open as the panicked populace desperately sought anything that might help them survive, protect their families, or give them an edge tomorrow on their first day in a new world.

Cities everywhere were in chaos.

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Bent Cat

This is The Mighty Oak.  He’s been with us for a bit more than ten years now and has a penchant for going in two directions at the same time.  He also enjoys getting a running start and banking off three walls before hitting the ground again at full tilt.

Our Friend Turkey

We have often lived in the mountains, and whenever we do, we seem to attract wildlife that become our friends.  In this case, we had hear some gobbling near our cabin/home and went to investigate.  

We discovered a wild turkey wandering in the neighborhood.  We put out some nuts and seeds and he eventually showed up in our yard to eat his fill.  We kept that bowl stocked and he became a daily visitor and began roosting in our yard.  We’d speak to him in soothing tones and eventually he’d let us come right up to him – not close enough to pet, but just short of that.  

He stayed with us that whole summer, then in the late Fall, he disappeared and we thought that was the last we’d see of him.  But the next Spring, he showed up again, this time with two hens in tow!  

We put out food and they ate, and he strutted around and flared his feathers, showing off his two mates.  He was so proud.  I actually thing he imprinted on us like parents, or the equivalent, and came back to show us he had made good.  

He only stayed for one day, and he and his hens were all gone in the morning, never to return.  Later, we learned there was a wild animal reserve in a canyon about seven miles down the mountain from us.  Apparently, he had walked all the way up to where we were the first time, then walked back, found his mates, then walked all the way back just to show his family to us.  

I imagine he then returned to the reserve.  No other turkeys ever showed up in our area all the years we lived there,  And, of course, turkeys only live 3 or 4 years in the wild.  So, he is long gone, and yet the memory of him and the essence of his spirit will remain with us as long as we are here.