Eating Peaches

Eight miles high, and when you touch down
You'll find that it's stranger than known
Signs in the street that say where you're going
Are somewhere, just being their own
Nowhere is there warmth to be found
Among those afraid of losing their ground
Rain gray town, known for its sound
In places, small faces unbound
Round the squares, huddled in storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone

This piece is based on the lyrics to the song Eight Miles High by The Byrds.  This song is kind of the quintessential Sixties sound for me. Kind of sinister, kind of trippy, kind of happy.

I probably should have done a piece with the lyrics “Hello it’s been awhile…” I’ve been pretty busy lately, and have been working on this one for awhile. I decided I’d better post it, since it’s been two months since my last one! I’ve started and stopped a couple of pieces since then – maybe I’ll finish them.

All photos are from ones I’ve taken.