Photography

Now, the signals we send, are deflected again

Trapped in a prism, in a prism of light

16. July 202117. July 2021

There’s too much confusion I can’t get no relief

9. July 20219. July 2021

We’ll go walking out while others shout of war’s disaster

You got the touch so gentle and sweet

We’ve done it all before and now we’re back to get some more

Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’

11. June 20214. July 2021

Such scenes for things that I regret

21. May 202122. May 2021

Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care

Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy’s tears

I guess I keep on rambling

It’s hard to believe that I’m all alone

And I scream from the top of my lungs

Gold and silver blind the eye, temporary riches lie

Folks say Papa never was much on thinking