“Clouds overhead were ghostly gray.” – even though these clouds aren’t really what I’d call “ghostly gray” my brain still made the connection between the clouds and the song lyrics, which are from Bruce Cockburn’s song “Boundless.” (Another part of the song says, “The sky looks troubled but I feel free” but my brain wasn’t smart enough to make that connection.)
Anyway, I decided to listen the song while I wrote this post. I’d forgotten that the song started and ended with chimes; I have the same chimes in my backyard, so for a second I was confused if I was hearing the yard or the song. (The chimes are made by Music of the Spheres, in Austin. If you need chimes in your yard, check it out. And if you don’t need chimes in your yard, check it out anyway. You can play the chimes, a surprisingly pleasant pastime.)
Oh, and this picture? Just something I saw last fall in Minnesota.
Iona’s Beach Scientific and Natural Area, Minnesota
The way this place is being demolished (or, maybe, renovated), it’s possible to see all the way through a room, two bathrooms, another room all the way to the other side of the building.
If you’ve been around this blog for a while, you may know that my brain sometimes makes strange connections between a scene I’m shooting and a song. And usually, only my brain gets the reasons for the connections. (And, yes, it would be nice for the brain to share with the rest of us, but that seems unlikely, so here we are.) And I bet you just can’t wait to see what sort of odd connection this thing conjured up.)
It was a few lines from “Bone in My Ear,” by Bruce Cockburn:
In my heart there’s a an image
Like looking through glass
Could be looking at me
Could be looking right past
(You can see/hear the song here. Also, I was at that very concert. In case you were wondering what I was up to last April.)
what’s left of the Days Inn
So, these shoes. These giant shoes that I found hanging on a stop sign on Fabrication Avenue in Dallas. Goodness.
You may recall how I sometimes link photos with seemingly-random lyrics (usually from Bruce Cockburn). The only surprise here is that the Cockburn lyrics that came to mind here could actually apply to these shoes: These shoes have walked some strange streets. (from “The Gift.”)
Also, later that very same day, guess who I saw in concert? Bruce Cockburn. Did he play “The Gift” that night? Yes, he did. I love it when stuff like this happens.
along Fabrication Avenue
PS: If you want to see these shoes in color, head over to my Instagram (I’m melgal) and scroll down a ways. You’ll probably easily spot the image…