The Tanager's Song

Ron Blamey is one of those countless, whose lives remain in the hands of a defeated but necessary American investment. A life not yet defined, the once remembered, a family loved, the goal, a future path, of mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers, sons and daughters, of the American Patriot, a simple story can best be shared through the eyes of the dweller, the one. A life’s saga of hopes and disappointments, of peace and disharmony, of comfort and distress, of trust and fear. Amongst the shuttering, a cause still dithers about, in the opaque, sooty memoirs of love and harmony in purpose and deed.
An optimist, the archival remains of years in the spiritual deliberation of a Boy Scout intellect, cognizant of the positive, as well the negative, Blamey focuses on the efficacious and pro¬lific, in a span of a life time. Yes, a life of choices, some certain, some brainless and then again some subtly dynamic.
Evermore, thoughts persevere of the Yellow Western Tanager introduced to him in the springs of the Pacific North West, at home in the Puget Sound trough, as well the deep canyon of Aspen, Maple and Pine along the beautiful and graceful Truckee River Gorge The Tanager and he were surely lovers of the Pacific Rim, the forest and rivers of the Olympics and Sierras. Conceivably, the Tanager and Blamey were destined to share similar paths of their hopes and fears.