I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I’m not afraid to look behind them.
Something Fine for Sunday Morning
The song that inspired my series.
Jackson Browne at home performing an amazing version of “Something Fine” with his cherished Gibson Roy Smeck Stage Deluxe guitar.

Autumn—The Fall of the Leaf
by: S. Moore
Summer’s lovely meadows green,
Sylvan shades and fairy bowers,
Dewy dawns and eves serene,
Balmy air and pretty flowers,—
All these sweets will soon be gone,
Fading, dying one by one.
Autumn breathes a colder breath,
Warning us of winter’s chill—
Nature passes on to death,
Beautiful in dying still,—
Cheeks aglowing in decay,
Blushing as they fade away.
Could there be a grander sight,
Than our forests’ rainbow tints,
Glancing, changing in the light,
Fairer far than colour’d prints,—
Surely death cannot be grief,
To that rosy maple leaf.
Emblem of my fleeting days,
Verdant, change, frail and brief,—
O! that as my strength decays,
I may show the maple leaf—
Fair in every passing stage,
Still more beautiful in age.
Above The Clouds

“Man must rise above the Earth—to the top of the atmosphere and beyond—for only thus will he fully understand the world in which he lives.” — Socrates
“More than anything else the sensation is one of perfect peace mingled with an excitement that strains every nerve to the utmost, if you can conceive of such a combination.” — Wilbur Wright
“The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn’t it be? —it is the same the angels breathe.” — Mark Twain

“Courage is the price that life extracts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not knows no release from little things.
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights, where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings”. — Amelia Earhart
“Science, freedom, beauty, adventure: what more could you ask of life? Aviation combined all the elements I loved. There was science in each curve of an airfoil, in each angle between strut and wire, in the gap of a spark plug or the color of the exhaust flame. There was freedom in the unlimited horizon, on the open fields where one landed. A pilot was surrounded by beauty of earth and sky. He brushed treetops with the birds, leapt valleys and rivers, explored the cloud canyons he had gazed at as a child. Adventure lay in each puff of wind.
I began to feel that I lived on a higher plane than the skeptics of the ground; one that was richer because of its very association with the element of danger they dreaded, because it was freer of the earth to which they were bound. In flying, I tasted a wine of the gods of which they could know nothing. Who valued life more highly, the aviators who spent it on the art they loved, or these misers who doled it out like pennies through their antlike days? I decided that if I could fly for ten years before I was killed in a crash, it would be a worthwhile trade for an ordinary life time.” — Charles A. Lindbergh, The Spirit of St. Louis
On This Day
September 28, 1924 – The first around-the-world flight was completed by two U.S. Army planes when they landed in Seattle, WA. The trip took 175 days.





