Saturday, March 5, 2011

Strange Clouds Above Me


Taken February 18, 2011.

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Friday, March 4, 2011

Thus Does the Battle Ebb and Flow


Taken February 26, 2011.

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Update: another view.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

And Counter It With Stiff Resistance


Taken February 25, 2011.

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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

But Meet a Forceful Advance


Taken February 20, 2011.

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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Retreat in Good Order


Taken February 17, 2011.

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Monday, February 28, 2011

Hunting for Gold


Taken February 17, 2011.

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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Sunday Poetry Post

Up the Driftwood River at the confluence with the Flat Rock.

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Holy Waters
by Joan Osborne

On a pitch black highway lookin' for a road
Sleepin' on a stormy bed, honey, who will be your coat
Came to be my drivin' wheel, you came to be my man
Now you're rollin' like a baby boy in the backseat of a van

Holy waters, holy way
Holy waters, sweetest way

Mississippi and Missouri
Where the sun swims with the moon
Rainbows run through chapel rooms
Pourin' honey by the spoon
In came to bring you watermelon
Bring you scented wine
Now I'm burning up in hot breath
And the rivers rollin' out of time

Holy waters, holy way
Holy waters, sweetest way

I listen to a seashell out on a purple shore
I heard a song so wild and sweet it moved me to the core
So while the road is dancin' you let your love know how
Move it like the ocean and the waves from here tonight

Holy waters, holy way
Holy waters, sweetest way

Holy waters, holy way
Holy waters, sweetest way

Holy waters, holy way
Holy waters, sweetest way

Holy waters, holy way
Holy waters, sweetest way