Thank you. Yes, it was nice. Though the weather turned round the second week and we couldn”t do some serious hiking anymore – from 2000m on it was only clouds clouds clouds.
There’s a great old traditional cow-boy song – which, apparently, was actually written by Bing Crosby – called ‘Don’t Fence Me In’.
It starts out –
“Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above –
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love –
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze –
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees –
Send me off forever but I ask you please –
Don’t fence me in.”
In this case though, instead of listening to the murmur of the cottonwood trees, I think a person could lie back and listen to the gently gurgling murmur of water running through the underground pipes just below the hydrant ….
… like an underground Colorado River bisecting the hidden rocky sides of an underground Grand Canyon …
Yep. Like your original quote says, that could change everything about the way a person sees the world ;-)
I see they are keeping that hydrant fenced in. Is it because they don’t want it to escape, or it is to protect it?
Welcome back. Hope you had a good break.
Thank you. Yes, it was nice. Though the weather turned round the second week and we couldn”t do some serious hiking anymore – from 2000m on it was only clouds clouds clouds.
I really like this shot.
The questions about why one fences in – or doesn’t – a hydrant – just make it better…. :-)
Perhaps it was me who was on the other side of the fence?
;-)
There’s a great old traditional cow-boy song – which, apparently, was actually written by Bing Crosby – called ‘Don’t Fence Me In’.
It starts out –
“Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above –
Don’t fence me in.
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love –
Don’t fence me in.
Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze –
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees –
Send me off forever but I ask you please –
Don’t fence me in.”
In this case though, instead of listening to the murmur of the cottonwood trees, I think a person could lie back and listen to the gently gurgling murmur of water running through the underground pipes just below the hydrant ….
… like an underground Colorado River bisecting the hidden rocky sides of an underground Grand Canyon …
Yep. Like your original quote says, that could change everything about the way a person sees the world ;-)