Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Steve then dreamed he climbed up the cliffs from the sea, sideways, sideways, all the livelong day, and danced that mess around...

mood ambiance
infinite dream scenes
claiming self-truth

The explorer is home from the sea and is like the hunter home from the hunt. Ready and able to receive 360 degree visuals in four part harmony and color. So the sap is rising and Spring fever has commenced...
Let us begin the search anew...

Riding the great speckled bird, I hear songs never before heard, see colors of the rainbow,& the glittering of gold, as my eyes behold the golden door shaft of light through the clouds,
Floating in astral space quite close to the upper stratosphere,
I glimpse both cloudbanks far & near as our plane heads across the Golden Pond of
the Atlantic Ocean, toward the Irish shore...
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Green green verdant lush garden of a shore at this time of year in early summer,
Flying over Ireland & heading toward Wales at nearly 40,000 feet as we start dipping
down toward Gatwick Airport in the U. K., homing into the runway shortly like a
homing pidgeon, skating to a stop on hughmongus wheels, we relish the scenery
rushing up at us at a breakneck speed, seatbelts tight, enjoying the gliding down...
The great speckled bird has landed as a TWA jetliner Boeing 729(sic). A blast from
the past of 1983...

to be or not to be a jammer.......