Song-ography Hazy Shade of Winter

Song-ography Feb 15

Here's a new fun meme to join! You'll Shoot Your Eye Out rules are:

1.  Would be kinda cool if you would link back to my blog somewhere...ANYWHERE
2.  Would be kinda cool if you "followed" me.  Not to the bathroom or anything creepy...just here in blog-land.
3.  Please link up using your permalink URL.
4.  Photos MAY or MAY NOT be recently taken.  Heck, sometimes you might see a song title and think "I ALREADY have an amaaaaaaazing photograph for that song title!"  No reason you shouldn't use it.  Amazing is amazing regardless of when it's taken, right?
5.  Would be kinda cool if you'd visit some of the other participants and leave a kind word or two.  I'm from Philly, and you KNOW we have a rep for being the kindest and friendliest peeps in the world :)
6.  You may have one photo,  or drop a photo bomb of photos in your link up post.  Just please make sure your photo(s) are an interpretation of the song title for the week. 
7.  Link-up will be available beginning Sunday mornings.
8.  Tell lots, and LOTS of your blogging friends so I don't feel like I'm sitting at the school lunch table all by myself on Sunday morning.  I don't want to be a "Lonesome Loser" and have to post a photo about it.Got it?  Sunday, link up, song titles, photographs that are interpretations, a mash up I'm calling Song-ography, be there...YO.

February 2014 - Mazatlan Mexico

This week I'm posting a mish mash of photos taken are various times and places.

Time, time, time, see what's become of me 
While I looked around 
For my possibilities 
I was so hard to please 
But look around, leaves are brown 

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter 

Hear the salvation army band 
Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride 
Than what you've got planned 
Carry your cup in your hand 
And look around, leaves are brown now 
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter 

Hang on to your hopes, my friend 
That's an easy thing to say, but if your hope should pass away 
It's simply pretend 
That you can build them again 
Look around, the grass is high 
The fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life 

Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery 
Weaving time in a tapestry 

Won't you stop and remember me 
At any convenient time 
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts 
Of unpublished rhyme 
Drinking my vodka and lime