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Brugge - A True Story in 12 photos
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At last, tired and happy, we went back to our room. Outside, the city thronged with life. But once past the gate, everything was quiet. It felt almost as if we had passed into another realm.
Seven Sisters (six remaining) Copt Hill, Houghton le Spring,
County Durham. Older than Stonehenge, the Seven Sisters Round Barrow, Copt Hill, Houghton-le-Spring is a Scheduled Ancient Monument. It was excavated by Canon William Greenwell and Mr Thomas William Usherwood Robinson, gentleman and local landowner, in September 1877. They found several cremated bodies, probably Neolithic, some pots and a small number of flints, possibly Bronze Age, and evidence that the barrow was used for further burials in the Bronze Age. An urn that they found is now in the British Museum
On the Florida National Scenic Trail, Withlacoochee State Forest, Citrus County, Fl, USA Length: 1500 mi (2414 km)
Sunshine on the fence from the top level of the carpark making shadows on the scaffolding below on the construction site next door.
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