From one of the greatest songwriters of all time, Mr. Bob Dylan:

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

Free As A bird by the Beatles.

Free as a bird,
it's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.

Home, home and dry,
like a homing bird I'll fly
as a bird on wings.

Whatever happened to
the life that we once knew?
Can we really live without each other?

Where did we lose the touch
that seemed to mean so much?
It always made me feel so...

Free as a bird.
It's the next best thing to be.
Free as a bird.
Free as a bird.
Free as a bird.


This man struck me. He lives here in this box, and takes care of these birds.

When I see people like this, I could ask them, how did you lose touch, whatever happened to the life that they once knew. And can they really live with out others? Should we be sad? Or is he free as a bird? I don't know.

Maybe the Beatles wrote their song about him. He has probably been around that long.

"The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
and I can take or leave it if I please."

I went for the grainy, down and dirty shot, trying to still have "happy" or "painless" undertones. I hope it worked.