"There's a feeling I get when I look to the West
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking"
Seems like a favorite song (music and lyrics) for many in the boomer generations. One of the songs I listen to when working on photos and viewing this site in the late evening hours. Of course it's on high volume, probably to drown out my singing to myself and to get the most out of the plaintive strains of the guitar.
Oh, and btw, I like the photo too.
Oh, and btw, I like the photo too.