
Arch Window And Dimmed Arches

Red Brick Arches

Standing On The Shoreline

…reference the previous post.
Neil Young -“Through My Sails”
NY’s 1975 song is my song of 2018 – lots of brilliant new stuff in the musical cosmos ,but this is the one that meant the most to me personally – great playing, harmonies and lyrics, a simple song really but amazing nonetheless. It helped in some tough times, and was a friend to me…lyrics below:
Through My Sails
Still glaring from the city lights
Into paradise I soared
Unable to come down
For reasons I’d ignored
Total confusion
Disillusion
New things I’m knowing
I’m standing on the shoreline
It’s so fine out there
Leaving with the wind blowing
But love takes care
Know me, know me
Show me, show me
New things I’m knowing
Wind blowing through my sails
It feels like I’m gone
Leaving with the wind blowing
Through my sails
Consider The Lilies

“Consider the lilies of the field whose bloom is brief :- we are as they; like them we fade away, as a leaf does.” – Christina Rosetti
My comment : I was reminded earlier in the year that life is actually really fragile, when I survived a close brush with death – all the more reason to enjoy and treasure the times of bloom.
Moses Hauled The Ten Commandments Up The Mountain And Got Turned To Stone For His Trouble

Zen Wintergarden

Sometimes things get out of their place and time; it can be that way for us too.
This image is of flora housed in a fantastical glass pavilion, a conservatory. In this artificial bubble, plants that have no place to be where they are right now, thrive.
Being a bit, or even completely, out of sync with the outside world doesn’t mean that growth cannot occur…
Prison Of The Person You Know
“Today is the day to break free from the person you know yourself to be and step into a self you have yet to know.Will it be comfortable? No, but do it anyway.”
– Debbie Ford

Five Palm Trees
“It is the nature of the strong heart ,that like the palm tree it strives ever upward when it is most burdened.” – Philip Sidney

SPILL FEATURE: ASTRAL WEEKS – 50 YEARS LATER: THE STORY OF VAN MORRISON’S MYSTICAL MASTERPIECE | The Spill Magazine

Hard to believe it is half a century since the release of this album. Excellent story from Spill Magazine on its background and creation. I marvel that Van was only 22 at the time. While not my favourite of his -I really have to be in the mood for it – there is a reason it is up there in the pantheon of rock albums critics’ picks;it is an ambitious and seamless record, melding different musical genres together into something special.
– Andy L.
ASTRAL WEEKS – 50 YEARS LATER THE STORY OF VAN MORRISON’S MYSTICAL MASTERPIECE In 1967 Van Morrison had himself a top-ten single with “Brown-Eyed Girl”. Today the song is his most well-known and can be heard daily on any classic rock themed radio station and is a staple for any bar band. However, the artist who penned it does not quite share the same views of it that the public has. Since it was released, Morrison has had mixed feelings with the song and has tried to distance himself from it as much as possible. In early 1968, the Belfast native moved to Boston with his then wife Janet “Planet” …
Web/Galaxy
“Life is a web that you weave.” – Irfa Rahat

New Day Rising

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Minneapolis hardcore band Husker Du’s 1985 album is a classic, and I love the cover art. This is my morning pix homage to it.
When Yr Arse is Aflame ,U Might Need Me
Bond / Flow
In our invisible bond
we know
the underground stream
of shared sorrow
dark, closed in
but, more so, the new flow
a bright ,rising fountain
giving fierce hope
-Andy L.
Luminescent

Don’t Be A Sheep
…you could get a little flocked up…
Wishful Thinking
“If things do not turn out the way that we wish, we should wish for them as they turn out.” – Aristotle
Under The Wharf, Above The Waves ( II )

Some thoughts on this and the preceding picture: They are about that place that is neither/nor. On the wharf, people wait for boats to come and go, maybe fish , gaze upon or leap into the sea, where , below the waves ,marine life teems in the place it totally belongs to.In between is the nowhere zone – dank timber deteriorating over time, rough barnacles hanging on grimly. And sometimes that is where we find ourselves ,but even then, there is light beyond and enough support to give hope.
Under The Wharf, Above The Waves ( I )


