I imagine a bird rising in a sea breeze sun and the smell of roasting fowl, an irony or reality no one cares to judge. What only is, is. I imagine what I cannot create and I hope someone else can create it. I imagine a slower pace, but that is something I can create! I imagine dreams from youth of majestic lives. I imagine a place resisting the laying of rails and the progress of trains. I imagine my history.
Uploaded by: flip holsinger on 12th February, 2010.