James Metcalf ~ Lady Of The Lake

I don’t have much to say about this picture. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful, shrouded in blue and silence. It’s 10:50 Saturday night. I just started cooking dinner.

As I looked at this image, a song from a long time ago came to mind: “Inside,” by Jobriath, one of the most achingly beautiful ballads I have ever heard. I am certain he would approve of my dedicating it to the girl in the picture. Happy Sunday.

Outside of my window
The rain’s fallin’ down
It’s fallin’ so close it’s chill is near yet far away
And the splash of the busy wheels
The thunder of the mourning
Fade to silence in a distant dream that carried me away
Outside
The little yellow raincoats running in the rain
Beckon, how they beckon with their sweet refrain
Their gentle laughter
Outside
Those fools that don’t know ‘nough to come in out of the rain
Would you know they would if they could just remain
Inside
Inside with someone like you
Outside
Poor fools that don’t know ‘nough to come in out of the rain
Would they know they would if they could just remain
Inside
Inside with someone like you

I saw Jobriath perform at the Boarding House in San Francisco a long time ago. A light that burned too brightly and died far too soon.

[dailypic]