Songs New and Old

Here are three songs. The first is a revision of a 2018 piece that needed a lot of work. I like it much better now. The next two are lullabies. Now that I have a tiny grandson, I have an excuse to write lullabies. What fun. And a sad butterfly to wonder about.

This sad little guy is a puzzler. I think it might be a Florida white (Glutophrissa drasilla), far out of his normal range, and rather the worse for the journey.

Theme 59, revised

A Lullaby I wrote for our little friend “Fizzy” from Chicago.

“To Dry the Eyes that Weep,” a newer version of my original “Cricket Song.”

Author: Samuel A. Johnson

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Loved the newest lullaby and the butterfly pics—such amazing color.
Why do I even paint?

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Why Mountain Breakfast?

Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.

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