... you can talk all night.
Showing posts with label landscapes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label landscapes. Show all posts
At the First Ice Café...
... oh, it's cold...
... but we're not crusted over yet...
... share the last glow of warmth here tonight.
Out on the new mile of the Ice Age Trail.
Near the Merrimac ferry across the Wisconsin River, just north of Lodi. A view:
A bench:
Another bench, with a nice footrest:
A bench:
Another bench, with a nice footrest:
"The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet..."
Here's a picture of the bleakness of late October for you...
UPDATE: The words in the post title come from Bob Dylan's "Ballad in Plain D," which he did not sing at tonight's concert, here in Madison, from which Meade and I just returned.
IN THE COMMENTS: Clyde said:
Meade said:
... Thanks, Bob.
UPDATE: The words in the post title come from Bob Dylan's "Ballad in Plain D," which he did not sing at tonight's concert, here in Madison, from which Meade and I just returned.
The wind knocks my window, the room it is wet
The words to say I’m sorry, I haven’t found yet
I think of her often and hope whoever she’s met
Will be fully aware of how precious she is
IN THE COMMENTS: Clyde said:
I'll never look at those bucolic hay bales the same way again after ELO cellist Mike Edwards' unfortunate fate last month.Chip Ahoy responded:
Now they look a little bit... Menacing.
Meade said:
Why wait any longer for the world to beginYes, Bob did correct the classic expression when he sang "Lay Lady Lay" tonight. We both noticed and love all the cake....
You can eat your cake and have it too
... Thanks, Bob.
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