"Waitin' round the bend...

...my huckleberry friend." Moon River, by Henry Mancini, from Breakfast at Tiffany's

I took a picture of a stream with no name.

I'm not so vain to suppose that no one had ever seen this stream before, or that someone had never thought to name it. Surely there are people along its length who call it something.

It consisted of crystal-green water, strolling here, leaping there, and dancing in the best musical style down a series of rocks to a bubbling crescendo--I say crescendo, and so it was. A perfect cacophony of droplets, though really, as it was quite a small, mild-mannered stream, the crescendo may only be as striking as would a child's voice, piping among adult chatter.

But there it was, sounding brightly in the harmonious mix which makes the orchestra of a Tennessee wood.

I doubt that stream will cross my path again, as life tends to prevent these chances reoccurring, but in my little store of pictures there will always be one little snapshot of that stream.



A stream with no name.

"Feel the rain on your skin...

...No one else can feel it for you." Unwritten, Natasha Bedingfield.

A Song for a Rainy Day

The music playing in my soul is falling from the sky outside
It runs along the ground until
It finds a heart where it can fill
A pool of thoughts from me to you
Where fear will rest and anger sleep and every worry hide.

The rhythm sounding in my soul is falling on the ground outside
It gently patters here and there
It’s smiling face without a care
Wide-eyes meet in candor true
I’ve found a place where I can live, a home where I will bide.

The lyric dancing in my soul is falling on the ground outside
Its words to spin in loveliness
An incandescent thought to press
And twirling till the stars go blue
Through clouds and constellations arm in arm we two will glide.

I adore rain sometimes. Actually, I just adore weather in all varieties.

Isn't it ironic?

"You must have been a beautiful baby...

...'cause baby, look at you now!" --Bing Crosby

I always heard my mom sing it, and then I finally heard it in its adorable entirety. It's my new favorite song:

You must have been a beautiful baby
You must have been a wonderful child
When you were only starting to go to kindergarten
I bet you drove the little boys wild.
And when it came to winning blue ribbons
You must have shown the other kids how.
I can see the judges' eyes as they handed you the prize
You must have made the cutest bow.
You must've been a beautiful baby
Cause baby look at you now.
Does your mother realize
The stork delivered quite a prize
The day he left you on the family tree?
Does your dad appreciate
That you're merely super-great
The miracle of any century?
If they don't just send them both to me.
You must have been a beautiful baby
You must have been a wonderful child.
When you were only starting to go to kindergarten
I bet you drove the little boys wild.
And when it came to winning blue ribbons
You must have shown the other kids how.
I can see the judges' eyes as they handed you the prize
You must have made the cutest bow.
You must've been a beautiful baby
Cause baby look at you now.

You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, Bing Crosby.

So cute!