Strummin' Into Spring ...

"... I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis ...
Just lookin' for a place to play,
Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man ...

So I slept in the hobo jungles, 
Roamed a thousand miles of track,
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's,
A little four-piece band was jammin',
So I took my guitar and I sat in,
I showed 'em what a band would sound like,
With a swingin' little guitar man.
Show 'em son ...

Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band,
Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man."     
                                ~ "Guitar Man"
                                      ~ written by Jerry Reed
                           ~ recorded by the great Elvis Presley
                                                           ~ 1967   

This guitar, mounted on the outside wall of
Guitar Villa, Nazareth Pike, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
is strummin' into spring on a sunny day in early April,
reminding me of the great Elvis Presley singing
"Guitar Man," which he recorded in 1967.    

                                

Little Shed In The Snow

"Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again." 
                                                      ~ Bill Morgan Jr.

This wooden shed looked so picturesque to me near the
Monocacy Creek, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania on a winter's afternoon.

Postmark: Musikfest

The historic Central Moravian Church, built in 1741, towers over Musikfest, an annual
ten day music festival each August in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.

A Festing We Will Go

A view of Musikfest 2013, Bethlehem, PA

Heaven's Rays ...

"Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself."
                          ~ Desiderius Erasmus
                                                        ~ 1466-1536

Sun rays reach down from from heaven
to touch the Monocacy Falls, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
after a summer rain.

All That Glitters ...

All that glitters is not gold, but the late day sunshine on the Monocacy Creek, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, last December.