
You may lead me to the chasm
Where the rivers of our vision
Flow into one another
The Byrds, "Wasn't Born To Follow,"
It snowed today. Again.
That's the view I encountered during a late morning run in Morton Grove's St. Paul Woods, the "river of our vision" is of course the North Branch of the Chicago River.
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6 comments:
Cool pic John. Pretty to look
at, but I hate driving in it.
Take me to the river,
drop me in the water.
Rudolph and Frosty would
love this scene.
May we get hammered with over 4 ft.
of snow this winter.
That would really hurt the local economy. Except for businesses like "Mr. Plow."
I am Mr. Plow.
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