"Driving down a corduroy road,
Weeds standing shoulder high
Ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance
At the hundredth meridian where the Great Plains begin
Left alone to get gigantic;
Hard, huge, and haunted
A generation so much dumber than it's parents came
crashing through the window
A raven strains along the line of the road,
carrying a muddy, old skull
The wires whistle their approval,
off down the distance
At the hundredth meridian where the Great Plains begin......" The Tragically Hip

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Artists's Note: I guess it was bound to happen. After almost an entire year of being totally and completely inspired, my spark of creativity has decided to take a little vacation lately. I have three pieces that I have started, and duly abandoned them to the dark folders in the back of my hard drive. Ah well. This too shall pass.

This little piece is something I've wanted to do for awhile now. I love the song it came from (there is a photograph in my gallery with practically the same title) - and wanted to do something a bit darker than normal. Perhaps it is the raining and flooding happening here that has me in a mood. Either way, I guess I'm glad that this one can see the light of day.

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