eastbound. cobblestone. 8:11pm.



© 2011 Gary Garbett

Last night's news of Gerry Rafferty's death left me with a feeling of loss, remembrance, and celebration. I connect with his music and lyrics. I always have. They belong to me.

I celebrated by queuing up my turntable last night, and carefully listening to North and South and Stealer's Wheel.

Again, as always... it was perfect. It was honest. It was real. Gerry's distinct voice and the beauty from his delicately crying guitar have always been my best friends. Especially when I needed one. I'll miss his art.

The iridescent green sky captured in this image seems to pay an homage to Baker Street.