Somewhere Over The Rainbow

I blame Mom.

When I was young, we would curl up next to each other on our front lawn and look at the sky for hours, making shapes out of the clouds. We also used to sing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” together (albeit, often wildly off key), and when I hear this music now, I think of Mom, of her always teaching me to believe in and pursue my dreams.

To this day, my eyes (and camera lens) are always skyward.

Over the years, I would gaze at the sky and wish I had my camera with me. With the recent upgrade from Blackberry to the iPhone 4, I always have a rockin’ camera on hand (plus a few incredible camera apps, my favorite being Toy Camera).

I’ve taken the following photos in the last few days.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can’t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?

UPDATE 1p 8/26/10
A colleague jogged my memory of my favorite version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Here’s Eva Cassidy singing live. I’m only sorry I learned of Eva after her death. She was truly an incredible talent.

3 thoughts on “Somewhere Over The Rainbow

  1. cool photo’s!

    Eva Cassidy’s version of Somewhere Over The Rainbow is my favorite – apart from the original, of course.

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