My favorite tunes!

Anais - Hard Rain's Gonna Fall

Blind Pilot - 3 Rounds and a Sound

Dr Dog - Shadow People

Akron - River

Arizona - Some Kind of Chill

Blind Pilot - I buried a bone

Ed Sharpe - Home

Alela Diane - Tired Feet

Devon Sproule - Virginia Block

Three Dog Night - Shambala

This does not include all of the wonderful tracks that were on the mixes that I already knew (ex. Mason, Bob Dylan, Joni, etc)

woohoo! Gonna surely play these tunes on our way to NYC whether the random folks in my car like it or not.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Laughs

Girl, I hope you enjoy this as much as I do!

The Styx

This is our future home. And this is a little note you wrote me last April and I saved it in my gurnal! I will cherish it forever!

Change of Scenery

"What?"

It looks like you're supporting the whole blue sky with those strong artist hands of your.

Important question: when are we doing this together again?

Salvo!

Here are some photos from Salvo. The shipwreck can be seen from the shore behind our beach house. It's a propeller shaft from a The Old Richmond, a shipwreck from the 19th century with no official record. Legend has it was from the Civil War and that bodies were washed up on shore. You can see it in the distance in the photo of Pop (you can see it much better at low tide).

Monoblogue: The Big Ditch: Part 2

Life on the rafts. Tying them together makes a big party boat.
As far as the eye can see--views like this were not too common, even on our hikes. This one was special.
Sunset!

Galapagos

"Miguel's description of how tortoises die (an old tortoise may be 200) was interpreted by Ken in the Sierra Club volumes Galapagos: The Flow of Wildness: Once he gets big, a tortoise has no enemies, and if he avoids falling over a cliff or into a lava pit too steep for escape, he dies only of old age. One day he gets too weak to move, and stops. He stays in that spot for months, sometimes, his long-practiced power of enduring, his racial skill at it, serving him long after his power to move and get food has failed. Watching leaves fall, probably, and the seasons change. . . The tortoise living only in his head and eyes. . . a spark still somewhere inside, above the plastron and below the dome."

David Brower

Let the Mountains Talks, Let the Rivers Run: A Call to Save the Earth

What a world.