Color. That always makes me smile especially as we cruise into the weekend. I need a little color. I’m guessing that you might too.
Besides color, I need music. Not the usual stuff we listen to around here. I need a playlist that Spotify assembled. It’s called, “Echoes of the Canyon.” It’s about that time.
That time in California when all things seemed possible. The time when I was young, fresh and maybe a bit naive.
It sure seemed fun back then.
The Canyon refers to Laurel Canyon. During the 1960s and early 1970s music flowed from there. I could name names, but there are so many. Bands were formed there. Music was written there. Music was made there. The stories are lost in the haze.
I’ll tell you this. As the set list plays I have tears in my eyes. Tears of joy. The ones that are good and welcome because my memory of the music and the time are sweet.
I find myself wondering just how the hell we got to this place in history. What happened to our hopes and dreams? Who stole them?
Two more things.
I’m about to start trouble. Or, I’ll be ignored. There is a professor called Dr. Nina Asary. She’s Iranian. She’s American. She a women’s rights activist. She is very highly thought of. For some reason she pops up on my Instagram feed. We don’t follow each other. She’s had a set of portraits made that she uses often. She never smiles. I realize her work is weighty. But still. I’m going to message her and ask if it wasn’t time to let somebody else carry her armor. We say that a lot around here when the serious grumpies come.
In the pandemic age. I put my name on a number of lists for vaccinations. The first one to come through is my hospital. They scheduled me for Saturday. Then, another provider called, and another called. I could have three injections between Saturday on Monday.
That’s how it works sometimes.
Down here in the swamp, spring is upon us. Yes, I know there are a few more days of winter. In the north winter will last a little longer. Well, a lot longer.
We did have a setback when the deep cold arrived. The Japonica blooms were killed. They are back.
All of the ferns were killed as well. They are brown and dead. They must be cut back to the earth. They’ll grow back in a while.
This picture is about the coming spring. The spring that is upon us today.
It’s a couple of layered pictures. The color is enhanced. For sure, there is a lot of work done in post production.
This picture makes me smile just as the music is…
Stay safe. Stay mighty. You know what to do. You know exactly what to do. Enjoy all the color and all of the music. Everyday.
Just as I close, Joni Mitchell is playing — what else — “Ladies of the Canyon.”