Monday, July 12, 2010

Morning has broken, like the first morning.


Tuesday Afternoon



It doesn't matter to me, Chasing the clouds away. Something calls to me. The trees are drawing me near, I've got to find out why. Those gentle voices I hear Explain it all with a sigh.-Tuesday Afternoon, The Moody Blues

Argos 1



So saying he entered the well-built mansion, and made straight for the riotous pretenders in the hall. But Argos passed into the darkness of death, now that he had seen his master once more after twenty years. - Excerpt from the Odyssey