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The Farmhouse:

“Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night”

-Bram Stoker-

The farmhouse.

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BLINK: Musician, Jimmy Lee

This is the second installment of the feature called BLINK.

It is a way to look at our neighbors and the path they have taken to find their voice…their creative tool.

Where do they find their inspiration that maintains the foundation for this creativity?

What is it about their chosen path that they hope others do not miss?

The average human eye blink rate is just around twenty blinks that we hope to maintain while staying calm and focused.

 “If I would have blinked…I would have missed it.”

His business card reads “Living one song at a time.”

Jimmy Lee, Singer/Songwriter/Plumber.

 There is a quiet pride that comes with all three.

 

 


And miles to go before I sleep:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost (1923)

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.