White bird dreams of the aspen trees, with their dying leaves, turning gold.
But the white bird just sits in her cage unknown.
White bird must fly or she will die.
The sunsets come, the sunsets go.
The clouds roll by and the earth turns old. And the young bird's eyes do always glow.
She must fly.
-It's A Beautiful Day - (1969)
You betcha I remember that song - in fact it's on my iPod, and it became a topic of discussion among the biker crowd over who had the most embarrassing song on their iPod. Now that aside, this is just a fantastic shot, Joy. I expected to hear angels singing when this came up on my computer. Fav for sure.
@stray_shooter Thanks Ron! I saw that group in San Francisco eons ago. Still remember that lava lamp light show. Looking forward to seeing you and everyone at Dukes!
