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Nisqually River in the Mount Rainer National Forest
Super honored with the Popular Photography Photo of the Day for October 28, 2016.
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Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?
Float down
Like autumn leaves
And hush now
Close your eyes before the sleep
And you're miles away
And yesterday you were here with me
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Golden sun-stream ~ sunset ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
(three more photos of this night in the comments)
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Good Stewards of Nature
By the Provo River near where it enters Utah Lake. Cascade Mountain on the right with Mount Timpanogos behind the tree. Utah County, Utah.
What is our favourite Bob Dylan song of all time?
That's the Question!
Looking through the window I am thinking about Bob Dylan song, Not dark yet. Behind every beautiful thing, there's been some kind of pain. It is for me a brilliant thought not an obvious thought. My opinion is that Dylan is one of the greatest songwriter and musician. His extraordinary voice is just the greatest for every song he writes. At the moment, Not dark yet, is my favourite Bob Dylan song.
Here is the brilliant lyric by Bob Dylan:
Not dark yet.
Shadows are falling and I been here all day
It's too hot to sleep and time is running away
Feel like my soul has turned into steel
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't let me heal
There's not even room enough to be anywhere
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well my sense of humanity is going down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there's been some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind
She put down in writin' what was in her mind
I just don't see why I should even care
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Well I been to London and I been to gay Paree
I followed the river and I got to the sea
I've been down to the bottom of a whirlpool of lies
I ain't lookin' for nothin' in anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
I was born here and I'll die here, against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb
I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there
Hlif by the Pond in Reykjavik