I spent part of the day trying to photograph the birds at my bird feeder. They must be psychic, because every time I pointed the camera they flew away. The trouble is it is much too cold to stand around outside waiting for the perfect moment. So I threw some seeds on the flat roof outside my bedroom window, waited behind the curtain, and a sweet little Robin came onto the window sill. Alas he was too quick and was gone before I could blink. I am no Billy the Kid, that's for sure. But practice makes perfect and I am determined before the winter is out that my birdie-shooting skills will be honed.
My son had introduced me to one named Captain Beefheart, and we spent some quality time listening to the lyrics and chuckling at the humor. I am, and I know he is, sad to hear of his passing.
"Beatle Bones 'N Smokin' Stones" from the mirror man sessions has a reference to 'Strawberry fields" which is my all-time favorite Beatles song. I was weaned on the Beatles having been born during their hey-day. They were constantly on the radio and us tiny whipper-snappers used to mimic them while dancing around the kitchen.
It is a sad day for music, but on the bright side, the music will live on...
My son had introduced me to one named Captain Beefheart, and we spent some quality time listening to the lyrics and chuckling at the humor. I am, and I know he is, sad to hear of his passing.
"Beatle Bones 'N Smokin' Stones" from the mirror man sessions has a reference to 'Strawberry fields" which is my all-time favorite Beatles song. I was weaned on the Beatles having been born during their hey-day. They were constantly on the radio and us tiny whipper-snappers used to mimic them while dancing around the kitchen.
It is a sad day for music, but on the bright side, the music will live on...
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