I heard someone say how important it is to talk about what you love rather than hate.
There’s too much hate in the world.
So:
I love the night sky in the fall when the leaves are crisp and the acorns crunch under foot.
I love the cool wind in my hair as the Eagles sing about the dark desert highway.
I love that music, words, and pictures bring us together rather than tear us apart.
Look how lucky we are to be alive right now.
Love will keep us alive.
🎶I could see the city light. Wind was blowing. Time stood still. 🎶📸
🎶But to look for heaven is to live here in hell.🎶📸
Huntsville, Alabama 11:29pm CST, October 13, 2020.
🎶Some dance to remember/Some dance to forget. 🎶📸
Replace “dance” with “blog” and you’ll begin to see what it means to me.
Getting some fin and noggin from my dude boy.
🎶 Maybe deep down inside, I’m trying for no one else but me. Too stubborn to say, “The buck stops here. It’s not the one you’re looking for.” But, maybe deep down inside, I’m lying to no one else but me. Oh but my back is up. I’m on my guard - with all the exits sealed.🎶📸
Fall grass.
🎶If you stop and listen long enough, you’ll hear your own still small voice. But you don’t have to pray to a little tin god.🎶📸
🎶Mm, a flood is threatenin’ my very life today. Gimme, gimme shelter, or I’m gonna fade away.🎶📸
Is there a more apt song for today than one recorded 51 years ago? If so, I don’t know it.
And that intro has haunted me all my life.
🎶So, so you think you can tell, heaven from hell, blue skies from pain🎶📸
