This is a wonderful shot - it's one of your very best.
What time is your radio show on this week?

Nice pic.

Winter is the result of living on higher latitudes of a planet with a tilted eccentric orbit around a variable star.

Without that chaos, life could not exist. With that chaos, life is finite. We are but the chance recombination of molecules strewn from an ancient stellar cataclysm. Yet we have the opportunity to look around, take nice pics, and thumb our noses at the killer apes who would re-make the world for their feast.

Not a bad gig if you can get into it.

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow, follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow
Try to remember the time of September
When love was an ember about to billow
Try to remember and if you remember
Then follow, follow.

Deep in December It's nice to remember
Although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December It's nice to remember
The fire of September that made us mellow
Deep in December our hearts should remember
And follow, follow, follow...

While y'all are dancing to your seasonal death rituals, we S. Arizonans will finally come outside for more than 30 seconds, although it is still in the mid-90's here.

Man, I gotta get out of this blast furnace. Fuck the desert.

Another nice photo for my desktop collection, Wraith! T/y.

Autumn is sad. Soon, the land will be still.

Chewin' on a piece of grass walkin' down the road
tell me, how long you gonna stay here Joe?
Some people say this town don't look good in snow
You don't care, I know.
Ventura Highway, in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine
You're gonna go I know
Cause the free wind is blowin' through your hair
and the day surround your daylight there
Seasons cryin' no despair
Alligator lizards in the air
Wishin' on a fallin' star
Watchin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by purple rain
Aw, come on Joe, you can always change your name
Thanks alot son, just the same
Ventura Highway, in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger than moonshine!
you're gonna go, I know

damn. why can't I write poetry like that?

zipperhead,
I agree! I feel the same.
Maybe we're chewin' on the wrong grass? LOL!

hey Fader,
from your poem my train of sub-conciousness must have sequed to the Ventura Highway lyrics. Your poem is about looking back.

From that disdainful on-line reference of unmentionable name disallowed here at Dark Wraith's Diner, Dewey Bunnell is quoted here about the song:

Vocalist Dewey Bunnell has said that the "alligator lizards in the air" are references to cloud shapes.[1] He also explained ... that the song is "about leaving," Dewey adds. "It reminds me of the time I lived in Omaha as a kid and how we'd walk through cornfields and chew on pieces of grass. There were cold winters, and I had images of going to California. So I think in the song I'm talking to myself, frankly: 'How long you gonna stay here, Joe?' I really believe that 'Ventura Highway' has the most lasting power of all my songs.

I'll have to agree with him on that last thought. I've been asking myself that a lot: "How long you gonna stay here, Joe?"