I stumbled across this song by accident and it struck a cord. I was a wee lad when it was released summer of 1969, I had my transistor radio glued to my ear via head phone and rode my bike all over just to get out and ride. Funny how a song can transport you back to a point in time and suddenly you remember a turning point.
Summer of 1969 was a tumultuous for this country. I have vague memories of that summer from the news...Walter Cronkite was a staple every night. Protests. Riots. Anti-war Marches. Summer of Love culminating in Woodstock. I was way to young to partake, but it made an impression on me.
This song in particular made me decide enough of being forced into a mold. I hated math and didn't want to be an engineer. I loved art and and the arts. I loved my cameras. I decided that summer I'd pursue my dreams and be a photographer. Much to my fathers consternation and my mothers support I did just that. Thanks Mom and Mama Cass for the encouragement to be the best possible me.
"Footsteps and Shadows" Versailles, France April, 2007