A hole in the sky.
The other evening, Catherine and I were walking along a beach on North Carolina's Outer Banks when the picture at left presented itself to me.
"Like a hole in the sky I could reach right through," was my first thought.
Then I thought about my album.
I'm reaching for the stars, it's true, and while some of my hopes might be futile, as Neil Young once sang, "It's better to burn out than fade away."
I don't want to burn out, but there is no way I'm going to just fade into the sunset of this world leaving things worth reaching for untouched.