This was written with the same chord progression from We Three Kings. I honestly do believe that we should be investing more resources into the Near-Earth Object Program, and encourage amateur monitoring by everyone. Mandatory.

This was the first song that I wrote for Robot Holiday [the original version was recorded in 2005], and may be my favorite. I think the acid test for a good song is if it can be played as a Bossa nova. I had been carrying around the image of sculptures made by the wind since I was sixteen years old, so I was glad to find it a home.

I think this counts as a variation of the prodigal child tale. This is probably someone’s story.

The older I get, the more I’m able to look back at the hard lessons with gratitude instead of sorrow. “Old joy taught me to laugh, and it taught me to weep.”  The lyrics are a combination of two of my poems (written 15 years ago), a short journal entry from the water color artist Charles Burchfield (I recalled something he wrote about curling up under two pine trees), and a little bit of wisdom.  “All this snow piled out the door/ you did what you knew/ now you know right.”  Jim Whitford once again helped me to carry this song off the page — his vocals and guitar playing add such a richness to the lyrics. “Warm winter in my heart….old joy of mine.”  

This song is about Wilson Bentley one of the first snow flake photographers. There is something quite beautiful about his calling, and his dedication to his craft.