Blurry Vision

A few shots from this evening...
Before I realized I hadn't adjusted the settings.
I think it actually captures the mood here on The Commune
quite well.  It's dreamy, warm, and very, very green...

Quite the sunset colors tonight...It got better, and then my battery died.

In other news...

Dave Brubeck passed away today.
Do yourself a favor, take a few moments
get comfortable, close your eyes, or stare at the ceiling, 
and chill out to the groovy tunes.

Tonight while listening to it again...for the third time today, 
I had a moment with an old friend via Facebook message...He reminded
me that it was his dad's favorite piece of music, and that
when we were kids we listened to it all the time!  He said his dad was
most definitely smiling down on me from above, in appreciation of my
love of this piece of music magic... Maybe that's why
it always sounds so sweet to me, maybe I had sound/sense memories from
childhood, and they stuck with me all this time...
When he reminded me about his dad, it brought up so many
 wonderful memories...
 Of holidays and family gatherings,
and listening to his dad playing his clarinet, my favorite Jazz
All of this nostalgia got my mind wandering far away, and then I listened to it 
one more time...
It's amazing how a piece of music, can feel so good to listen to.  And when I say
"feel", I really meant it...As in I can actually feel my body enjoying 
the music.  Somewhere deep down in my chest, vibrating out
through my tapping toes, my head bobbing to the beat, and my lips
that begin whistling along instinctively.  

Sometimes it really is a beautiful thing to be a human...


  1. So beautifully poetic. You have described a feeling that I have experienced a few times in my life...when the vibrations and nostalgia of the music actually vibrate in the core of your being. In a beautiful episode of Mad Men..he talked about this feeling...and it was something that has stuck with me since.

    Nostalgia .....it's delicate.....but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, "nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards... it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It's not called the wheel, it's called the carousel. It let's us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.

    Thank you for posting these musings of yours...and for feeling that nostalgia ..if only for a little while :)

  2. Thanks for stopping by you wonderful women! I felt like I had lifted some kind of weight after writing this, as simple as it is...It reminded me to take the time to enjoy my favorite tunes, and let the sounds soak in and through me!