Old hippies don't die, they move to Ann Arbor. This Photoshopped creation is from a photo I took
last week at an old farm north of Ann Arbor. I thought the PS work gave it a bit of a "Groovy, Man" look.

Magic Carpet Ride - By Steppenwolf

I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away