I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him where are you going
And this he told me
I'm going on down to Yasgur's farm *
I'm going to join in a rock 'n' roll band
I'm going to camp out on the land
I'm going to try an' get my soul free

We are stardust

We are golden
And we've got to get ourselves
Back to the garden
(Woodstock, Joni Mitchell)

Last Saturday I discovered a field of wild flowers that was just a stone's throw away from the house.  I was able to get plenty of flower shots with my long lens but my favorite is not a flower.

Featured Comment:  This image brings me back to our good, old country towards the end of the calendar year when the cold breeze offers a silver-toned melody that only dreamers could hear. What is it? a rice stalk? so simple... but very capable of awakening this unsuspecting individual to yet another layer of blissful adventure.... Oooohhh, I sure could enjoy this sweet reverie, because the heavy workload is done, tax deadline is finally over... - aU


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