I love this image, as well as the thoughts it produced. Please enjoy this post from a man who is rapidly becoming one of my favorite photographers, Ray Laskowitz.
“We are stardust, we are golden
We are billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden”
My muse lead me back to the garden. I actually had time for a little walk where I stumbled upon this scene.
This was the scene in my mind.
From the minute I walked into this little place, the words in those first three sentences came into my head. They are the bridge to an old song called. Woodstock. Joni Mitchell wrote it. And played it. Crosby, Still, Nash and — sometimes — Young brought it global fame.
I suppose you had to be alive in 1969 to understand the song. We were at the edge. Pretty much like we are now. In August, there was a music festival in Upstate New York. It’s historical. Today, it is simply just called Woodstock. Three…
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