Photo Credit: Michael MoweryFrom Mike's Blog posting of 13-February-2006
(I wouldn't normally post someone else' photographs to my blog, but my friend Michael took this and I believe it shows an asset of Colorado's that must be preserved.)
Michael's blog posting of yesterday makes some very important statements about the destruction of treasured wilderness lands. Please, I encourage you to go to Michael's blog and follow some of the links that he has there.
In short, there is a referendum before the voters of Telluride, Colorado today as to whether they are going to allow development of multi-million-dollar condominiums in this lovely, pristine valley floor. I may be a recent transplant to Colorado, but it is exactly assets like this that brought me here and that I would want to see were I a visitor. It is important that we preserve places like this.
If the voters of Telluride allow this lovely area to be destroyed, it will be criminal!
I implore you, please, if you can vote no today on this issue, please do. If you cannot, please talk to anyone you know who can! It is not possible to put the eggs back into the shell once they have been smashed. Please help save Colorado!
I hope that wherever you are today, you'll take a stand for something you believe in!
(Stepping off the soapbox now...)
Don Bergquist - 14-February-2006 - Thames Ditton, Surrey, United Kingdom
The Eagles
(From "Hotel California")
The Last Resort
By Don Henley
She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place people were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all,
what it's like up there
And they called it paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought them
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign:"Jesus is coming"
Brought the white man's burden down
Brought the white man's reign
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satifsy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and in the name
of God
And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about
What it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye
(From "Hotel California")
The Last Resort
By Don Henley
She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place people were smilin'
They spoke about the red man's way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide
Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all,
what it's like up there
And they called it paradise
I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high
Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do
Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught 'em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought them
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea
You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign:"Jesus is coming"
Brought the white man's burden down
Brought the white man's reign
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here
We satifsy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and in the name
of God
And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about
What it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye
1 comment:
THANK YOU Don for your support!
-Michael
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