There's a song by the Moody Blues that I love called Late Lament.
Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Sometimes the skies above Powell Lake appear to be gathering gloom.
Another line says, Senior citizens wish they were young.
That just how living up the lake makes us feel, young!
Want to hear it as a song?
Here's a YouTube version by 1DansBlues. -- Margy
I can certainly see why you love to sit there and enjoy it!
ReplyDeleteIt is a lake of many moods for sure. - Margy
DeleteYou really captured some superb light there Margy. I especially like that top one. Sorry but I don't remember that one by the Moody Blues - guess I should - right generation.
ReplyDeleteIt was best know as part of a larger song called "Nights in White Satin." - Margy
DeleteI like the Moody Blues.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pictures. My favorite is the last one.
Thanks Happyone. - Margy
DeleteSuch wonderful moody scenes - just perfect for this time of the year. Did you get much of the storm? Bellingham just got a swish and a drip and off the store went - up your way - or were you in Bellingham too? Glad it was not the horror that they were predicting.
ReplyDeleteWe had rain and wind, but nothing like they predicted. Now last night was a whole different storm! - Margy
DeleteYour third picture shows a spectacular sky! Wow!
ReplyDeleteWe get some spectacular sunsets and clouds up here. - Margy
DeleteMoody blues ... or no, that's a different band.. Moody skies, I meant. Gray skies are at least interesting on your Lake. I can't ever find much to get excited about them here. I don't wish I were young ... I'm too tired to do that again )))!
ReplyDeleteI hope to feel young forever, but the body doesn't always agree. - Margy
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