the photo is bleary, i just hand held, the moon is on the right side of the twisty wood....Venus just visable on the left
Chasing...
chasing long shadows on the earth
chasing love
chasing dust, photo's and sky
chasing dreams
songs whirling
The Snowman's ...we walking in the air, we're walking in the moonlight sky, the people far below, la la la la la larrrrrr
eating well
hot tubs warm
laying on the mountain top alone
while the men try to make the chain saw work
to cut the wood they came for
she has walked a mile to be alone
the only wildlife that day was a
butterfly she saw flutter by
in the cool last Indian summer days
of November
she finds a Thanksgiving twig tree to bring back
she also drags the large rock down the riveted rough driving marks
...she'll be coming down the mountain when she comes,
she'll be dragging 'one big rock' with her when she comes,
la la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la...
she wanted it and when she wants something
there's no stopping her
she's sorry she ruined the cozy windbreaker
that Joyce gave her
but Joyce would be proud
of her ingenuity
to bring the mother load down
she didn't see herself falling in love with this place
but then one never does...
1 comment:
what great photos; you took all those photos!? Spectacular imagery from poems and songs, a deliciously serene blog and unique insight into a great western adventure.
What impresses me is the detail you can recall, from passing by, not while sitting in the passenger seat jotting notes in a book, but while listening to books on tape, driving the car by yourself, remembering exit numbers and vivid details about strangers at a steakhouse.
Good job momma!
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