We headed back from Rochester early this morning, under blue skies, sunshine, and puffy white clouds all the way to the horizon. OK, I know they are Cumulus clouds. I thought "puffy white" was more poetic. It was an incredible day - it has been years since we have been upstate in early spring. There were so many shades of light green everywhere, and farm fields full of dandelions in brilliant yellow. It was a charmed day, beautiful wherever I looked, and I was drinking it all in. But we were in a hurry, so here is another photograph through the windshield - and another of my lame excuses...
Upstate NY? Could be almost anywhere. Let's sing it!
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Blue Ridge Mountains,
Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads
All my memories, gathered 'round her
Miners' Lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' down the road I get the feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads
RIP John Denver!
Wow, this is just lovely! Glad the photograph got you thinking of this. It is fun to read John Denver's lyrics for this song, for the first time. Sometime I will tell the story of photographing John Denver before he was as well known as he is, or was.
ReplyDeleteCumulus humulus-- the children of the cumulus family, friendly, fun and lovely
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