Art for Art's Sake - 10 CC (Part II)

 When searching for inspiration for a Post Filler, in such circumstances as those recent stormy day's, we need look no further than our now completed memoir of 1,838 pages, 714,917 words and proped up by 10,757 images and destined for my 4 grandchildren only! Continuing from last Sunday's brief look at some of our other passions we'll continue the 'art theme' with a single morning that will live with me forever and considered perfectly backed-up by the American Rock Band - Mountain with thier seminal composition Theme for an Imaginary Western best played in conjuction with viewing the post and don't forget the Kleenex!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l_x0xH9fLM

 Stepping from the Greyhound Coach in down-town

Omaha, Nebraska 

on a 4th visit to the continent, on the endless persuit of visiting every state eventually, breakfast was the priority before rounding the corner of the Coach Station to view this before me

immediately reminding me of the Classic Track above.

When the wagons leave the city,

for the forest and further on.

and not just a single bronze sculpture but a seemingly endless array winding its way across the full length of the city.

Painted wagons of the morning,

dusty roads where they have gone.

Sometimes travelin' through the darkness,

met the summer comin' home.

Fallen faces by the wayside,

looked as if they might have known.

Oh, the sun was in their eye, and the desert that was dry.

In the country towns, where the laughter sounds.

Oh, the dancing and the singing,

oh the music when they played.

Oh, the fire that they started.

Oh, the girls with no regret.

Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it.

 Often lost it along the way.

Fought each other to possess it,

sometimes died in sight of day.

Oh, the sun was in their eyes,

and the desert that dry.

In the country town

where the laughter sounds.

The End

Singing in the Rain - Gene Kelly

 Consulting the forcast, as every morning, the wet stuff was given to arrive sooner rather than later, so abandoning all else, save the mandatory Gold Blend Barista, we were out at the traps at 06:40. Along with a small haul of c5 Common Quaker, a single Hebrew Character there was a single

'first for the year'
(drawn from the archive for effect of the background)

and the kid itself a
SMALL QUAKER

before spotting a CRANE in the garden but not knowing if
Common or Demoiselle?

On the stroke of 07:00 we stepped back onboard coinciding with the start of the downpour which lasted for the rest of the day. Undaunted, we undertook a mini-rounds finding this rather splendid

juvenile

HERRING GULL

among the flock of still plentiful
Black-headed Gulls.
All else was that found on the Ponds with the

LITTLE GREBEs

displaying, diving, singing and dodging between the 

MALLARD and now c3 COOT

with one of the latter looking as though 'sitting'?

another plodding through the precipitation while leaving the last word to the

LITTLE GREBEs

YELLOW - Coldplay

 Another day, another drive down the South Side where again the Finch flock had disapeared with

STARLING
now predominating but then, in quick succession, 2 x First's for the Year!

Lord's-and-Ladies, Wild Arum, Cuckoo Pint, Parson-in-the-Pulpit'
call them what you will, with heads above the parapit and now awaiting the 'Tongue' to appear. 

Far, far better with no disrespect for the above, what sounded like the gentle rasping of a

YELLOWHAMMER
found surveying the Stubble Field

and what qualifies as a Real Rarity here stayed only for a 'blink of the eye'!
The older members of the community remember days, particularly on the Common, when you had to fight your way through them - gone are such days!

In sunshine and shadow

the ancient (Georgian) wall and flowers painted an interesting picture, but time to head north and again on the outside of the Solar Panel Compound

the lone

but equally irresistable

RED-LEGGED PARTRIDGE,

still in company with it's male Pheasant pal,

was taking its morning stroll

while within more

HERRING GULL
activity, mightily outnumbered by

REDWING

commuting from the panels

to feeding on the ground.

Best we make the most of this as maybe the last we see of them

until the Autumn and on exiting the

finest show of

SALLOW BLOSSOM
we have seen this year, if that doesn't attract the Moths nothing will!