A shadowform of a large black crow flies across a surreal landscape of old photographs, a woman in a flapper dress, circa 1927 holding a chicken; two young men standing in front of a brand new 1950 Studebaker, trees and bathers in a South Carolina lake in the late 1940's. The colors are all golden tans, ocher tans, dark walnut browns, and light oranges. The tone of the artwork, a collage, is somber. We are no longer in the age of our innocence, but that of depradation. "You walk and talk and move around in circles Your friends telling you you are doing fine You can't see that snowball as it hurtles Through the shattered membranes of your mind If I could talk to you for just one minute Then you would know what it is I am getting at But there again your head's got nothing in it By the way you left without your hat I'm walking in the wind looking at the sky Hanging on a breeze and wondering why, why Your old man's headed for the final pay-off The joker that you got is fading too And all the sharks that come around for the rip-off Are gonna tear the flesh right off you The plastic princess hangs her head in wonder at the silver glittered boys Trying, trying to compete And all at once the room begins to thunder And all that's left is the stain on the sheet The prostitute is standing on the corner Suffering so much pain to stay alive She's so real, that life itself bows down before her She couldn't make that nine to five While the president is crying, crying in the White House The prime minister's really got the blues All the heads of state are busy playing cat & mouse 'Cause you can see none of them have ever paid their dues God knows why, why, why..." ≈ Jim Capaldi & Steve Winwood, from Traffic (1974)

“As the crow flies through Time's needles” #TomOgburn
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