Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends;
Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home;
Where a blue sky, and glowing clime, extends,
He had the passion and the power to roam.
–Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
Still a little out of it this morning. For some reason I felt like hearing some Mary Chapin Carpenter. I listened to her music quite a bit back in the 90’s but for some unknown reason it faded from my listening rotation. But every now and then, a song of hers will pop up and I am reminded of what it was in her music that I found so appealing. It’s the same now. She has a beautifully warm and personal style that I find comforting.
Don’t know if the triad of word, image, and song is perfect this morning. But it works for my aching head and that will have to be good enough.
Here’s Mary Chapin Carpenter with her Rhythm of the Blues.
PS-Today and tomorrow are the last days to see my Entanglement show at the Principle Gallery.
Redtree Times 
Again … I appreciate your art, with choice of poetry and and music. I think some of the other lines from Bryon’s epic poem could be used with other paintings of yours. I also like Mary Chapin Carpenter and saw her last year in concert over here with Julie Fowlis and Karine Polwart. If you want to hear them listen to Hold Everything or Looking for The Thread. An element of Celtic musicality in that one I find very pleasing. Feel better!
I have used another passage from Childe Harold in the past and, as you point out, could easily employ many others. Thanks for the heads up on Julie Fowlis and Karine Powlart. I will be looking into them soon!