songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
the wind, moved like an echo, carrying their voices

Well some day I hope to find / That land of funny wine / Where the coffee grows on the wide oak trees / And those sugar coated mountaints in the spring begin to melt to sweetest stream / Reached night, the starlight and the sea / Together form eternity / And the wind moves […]

with a number for my name & a rope to haunt my dreams

I’m just a lonesome ol‘ rounder / Darkness grows, and then it’s gone / And at the end of this lonely road / Those deeds you’ve done they say you’ll never go home / Some folks are guided by the love they share / But darkness called and left me unaware (Mandolin Orange)

the morning bird choir & the sounds of coffee boiling on the pot

Silence is golden some may say, some may say / I say silence is an aimless time to kill / It’s a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day / And these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds (Mandolin Orange)