They Call Me the Breeze
Day 290
Call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
I ain’t got me nobody
I don’t carry me no load
Ain’t no change in the weather
Ain’t no changes in me
Well, there ain’t no change in the weather
Ain’t no changes in me
And I ain’t hidin’ from nobody
Nobody’s hidin’ from me
Oh, that’s the way its supposed to be
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin’ on
Well, I got that green light, baby
I got to keep movin’ on
Well, I might go out to California
Might go down to Georgia, I don’t know
Well, I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
Well now, I dig you Georgia peaches
Makes me feel right at home
But I don’t love me no one woman
So I can’t stay in Georgia long
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
Well now, they call me the breeze
I keep blowin’ down the road
I ain’t got me nobody
I don’t carry me no load
Ooh, Mr. Breeze
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I really have been taking my photos….
I just have no time to get them posted as I work my way slowly through
the wedding photos that I must get edited! So here, at least, is one
day’s worth of photos. Sigh… You know, the hurrier I go, the
behinder I get.
The windmills pictured run along a 30 mile stretch of US 30 in Ohio.
They start right at the border between Indiana and Ohio and go on and
on and on. I think they are quite eerie looking, so large and silent
and I mused, as we drove along this trail of windmills, that if
Stephen King were to drive along this stretch of road, these windmills
just might find a place in one of his stories along with Middle Town,
a little burg we found while in search of some bottled water and maybe
a restroom. The locals are not impressed with the windmills as they
feel that they detract from the ambiance of the flat, flat, flat fields
that surround them.
They Call Me the Breeze
They Call Me the Breeze
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