I love red barns against a endless cloudy horizon. It was a very windy day and the tall grass blowing in the wind framed this picture. I can look at this image and still feel the wind challenging me standing in the grass with my hair and unsteady hands 'blowing in the wind."
Blowing in the Wind
By Bob Dylan 1962
How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.
How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head
and pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.
