Almost Winter 2

December 20, 2009


henry county, indiana

hello.

i really don’t mean to start ripping off another artists work,  and then put it with my own work.

 however,  i have the say the lyrics from this neil young song do a great job at summing up my life right now.

 “See The Sky About To Rain”

Neil Young

See the sky about to rain,
broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train,
whistle blowing
through my brain.
Signals curling on an open plain,
rolling down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

Some are bound for happiness,
some are bound to glory
Some are bound to live with less,
who can tell your story?

See the sky about to rain,
broken clouds and rain.
Locomotive, pull the train,
whistle blowin’
through my brain.
Signals curlin’ on an open plain,
rollin’ down the track again.
See the sky about to rain.

I was down in Dixie Land,
played a silver fiddle
Played it loud and then the man
broke it down the middle.
See the sky about to rain.

almost winter.

peace,

julayne

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with the onset of winter fast approaching, i’m looking forward to tramping around the countryside in search of worthy subjects to photograph. i love the contrast between this thorny branch and the late afternoon gray sky.

Into Death Bravely

by Jimmy Santiago Baca

Winter
throws his great white shield
on the ground,
breaking thin arms of twisting branches,
and then howls
on the north side of the Black Mesa
a deep, throaty laughter.
Because of him
we have to sell our cattle
that rake snow for stubble.
Having lived his whole life
in a few weeks,
slow and pensive he walks away,
dragging his silver-stream shield
down branches
and over the ground,
he keeps walking slowly away
into death
bravely.

peace,

julayne

ps:

dec. 15.   since publishing this,  i learned that my cousin John Pfeiffer passed away unexpectedly sunday. it occurs to me now, that it was he who inspired this post.