tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792242853029968467.post6690431387030064982..comments2023-06-07T05:00:02.244-07:00Comments on deep into artlife west gallery: All Things Must Passninahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16359122650046678312noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792242853029968467.post-28307728252990614852009-06-08T11:02:51.344-07:002009-06-08T11:02:51.344-07:00Thank you Jj. I am a big fan of first thoughts. ...Thank you Jj. I am a big fan of first thoughts. The second are usually compromised.ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16359122650046678312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792242853029968467.post-81067094896253562512009-06-08T07:57:31.119-07:002009-06-08T07:57:31.119-07:00I know I posted this before but I'm going thro...I know I posted this before but I'm going through some of your art and just using it like an ink blot test--first thoughts only!! Jj <br /><br />Telegraph Road Lyrics:<br />A long time ago came a man on a track<br />Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back<br />And he put down his load where he thought it was the best<br />He made a home in the wilderness<br />He built a cabin and a winter store<br />And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore<br />And the other travellers came walking down the track<br />And they never went further and they never went back<br />Then came the churches then came the schools<br />Then came the lawyers then came the rules<br />Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads<br />And the dirty old track was the telegraph road<br /><br />Then came the mines - then came the ore<br />Then there was the hard times then there was a war<br />Telegraph sang a song about the world outside<br />Telegraph road got so deep and so wide<br />Like a rolling river<br /><br />And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze<br />People driving home from the factories<br /><br />There's six lanes of traffic<br />Three lanes moving slow<br /><br />I used to like to go to work but they shut it down<br />I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found<br />Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed<br />We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed<br />And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles<br />They can always fly away from this rain and this cold<br />You can hear them singing out their telegraph code<br />All the way down the telegraph road<br /><br />You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights<br />When life was just a bet on a race between the lights<br />You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair<br />Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care<br />But believe in me baby and I'll take you away<br />From out of this darkness and into the day<br />From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain<br />From the anger that lives on the streets with these names<br />'cos I've run every red light on memory lane<br />I've seen desperation explode into flames<br />And I don't wanna see it again<br /><br />From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed<br />All the way down the telegraph road<br />Lyrics: Telegraph Road, Mark KnopflerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792242853029968467.post-26262590779309318112009-06-07T13:13:40.708-07:002009-06-07T13:13:40.708-07:00I hope you don't mind . . . I set it as my des...I hope you don't mind . . . I set it as my desktop background. It's disturbingly, exceedingly, lovely. <br /><br />The decay and death of the central focus seems to be spreading, as a viral contagion, but kept in check by the larger, greener pastures. Just incredible. <br /><br />Maybe the trains caused the death, but nature is fighting back this encroachment of man. . .notamobsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14531613308398800336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792242853029968467.post-12001609628446126192009-06-07T11:19:05.724-07:002009-06-07T11:19:05.724-07:00Emily (age 8) "It's looks to me, like a f...<i>Emily (age 8) "It's looks to me, like a farmers house from all the way back in 1991</i><br />I'm overcome with giggles, LOL! Bless her.ninahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16359122650046678312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792242853029968467.post-87228707143798534872009-06-07T09:52:22.607-07:002009-06-07T09:52:22.607-07:00I asked my daughters to interperet what they saw w...I asked my daughters to interperet what they saw when they look at it, and this is what I got:<br /><br />Kiersten (age 6) "It looks like a haunted house, what's the black thing on the porch?"<br /><br />Kelsey (age 9) "It looks like it's falling down" <br /><br />Emily (age 8) "It's looks to me, like a farmers house from all the way back in 1991 ..." (priceless - I can't explain the smile I have inside right now)notamobsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14531613308398800336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792242853029968467.post-38043440222261119742009-06-07T09:37:17.735-07:002009-06-07T09:37:17.735-07:00check your email, Madame . . .check your email, Madame . . .notamobsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14531613308398800336noreply@blogger.com