Ol time pickin (part 1) - Drytown, CA, 4/13/23

Many, perhaps most ears, might brush this off as "amateur" music, or too messy, but to me there is an utter brilliance to it. It comes from very, very far away, but also from an intimately close and beautiful place. Like a beautiful meadow or pasture in spring or summer. A soft, quiet breeze... the warm smell of flowers. A place full of love. Of confidence and hope. Like a stalwart oak beside the creek, near the house. I can hear him pickin' his guitar on the porch right into the sunset.