Bits of memory shrapnel. From my brain to the screen, shared.
June 5, 2011
Mother Nature's Son
Ever since I was little, whenever I would hear the Beatles' Mother Nature's Son, (a beautiful song) I have had a clear image in my mind of the picture the words of the song painted. And here it is. Seeing this image today was strange because I feel like someone tapped into my mind's eye when painting it, although I wasn't born yet, and neither were any of the Beatles back then. The collective human experience, from all time(s), blows me away. It's never as unique and individual as we like to think.