The Ballard of Easy Rider, The Byrds. As I sat by the Deschutes River Sunday listening to the river rush by carrying me to relaxation the Byrds song rolled through my mind.
Thoughts on the river,
Watching the river flow, so inspired by music my images are my songs “flow river flow let your waters wash down take me from this road”
Love written on the wall “To the Most Perfect Boy ever” scribed in chalk a lasting statement of love to be washed away by the next rain or in this case by park maintenance before she is finished.
Love portraits in the sun, a pregnant women on the bridge, a couple holding a flag as they hug, small family groups. Yesterday I was a member of a small family group out with Kirsten and Inara.
Love, today it is just me the sound of the river, I scratch my head and think of a time so many years ago my love told me that was a sign of stress. The 80’s when love came easy and left the same way. I listen to the river and wonder about love.
Me I’ll watch the river flow and sing my songs of love and life. Flow River Flow, “Yes the river knows flow river flow on and on it goes…” [The Doors] Flow River Flow. peace pjc
To see love, you don’t need to look any farther than your granddaughter’s eyes.
You continue to be one of my favorite storytellers–and your images tell the story with or without words.
Alice thank you so much. We may go to see Pinocchio this weekend she is certainly my favorite Highlight. enjoy pjc