The video (which will be posted to this website soon, or is available from me on DVD) starts with a campfire burning. It's obviously been burning for a long time. In the music, Bob says that he's "been here all day." That sets the opening sequence. I think the "too hard to sleep" part speaks for itself. And yes, that's me, after about 10 hours of video production.

The next video sequence is of my dear (girl)friend, Sarajean Taylor. She died of breast cancer shortly after the video was shot. Indeed, time is running away. That, the loss of a dear friend, will definitely make one feel as if the soul has turned into steel and that there are scars. I timed the glance upward precisely on that word. I miss her to this day, and it sets the stage for a song of loss.

Next, I walk to Grandpa's grave. Indeed, there's not "room enough to be anywhere."

I was involved with the Kiwanis Club, an active community service group. I had to leave it because I couldn't deal with some of the people and attitudes. It really soured my vision of humanity and community service, as the next video clip portrays.

My daughter, Marina, is a beautiful thing. But while trying to be a good dad, I've had sources of pain, pictured. This was a particularly devastating accident and my wrist will never be the same. It was a source of pain in trying to bring up something beautiful.

In the next clip, filmed two days before final production, my wife writes a letter, and she writes it so plain. Kind of sets the tone for what we're getting into. I had to scrounge up a pack of cigarettes and a whiskey bottle for this one. As emotional as this experience was, I didn't have to scrounge far. We scripted what she would write, and worked on the timing. It came out perfectly.

Why should I care? I see an old man in a chair. He's dying. The video then goes back into memory but begins to drive to the gravesite. It's like life flashing before your eyes. No, he's not just an old man, he's the great-grandfather of my kids, as the video shows.

"Well I've been to London." Grandpa always loved his old VW Bug, and it's a car I've been desperately trying to acquire. I used it here as cars have been lots of places but the mileage eventually gets them. Grandpa also was a big hunter - the wild pig hung in his livingroom for years and now hangs in my author's studio. Indeed, there was a lot of "following the river" there in his pursuit of game, his pursuit of life.

The next slide shows Grandpa with two of my daughters, and Bob sings of being "down on the bottom of a world full of lies." The kids are innocent but they will grow up to be hurt and will encounter the lies. Grandpa was there once.

"I ain't lookin' for nothin' in anyone's eyes" is perhaps one of my favorite parts of the video. This is a photo of Grandpa during his tour in the Army. It's a haunting photo and comes at the right time in the video.

"Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear" comes very abruptly to a non-transitional switch to the image of my daughters. I struggled with this one. My daughters aren't a burden but, in one sense, they are. It's a tremendous responsibility being a parent. Think of how many times you've heard someone say "how can you bring a child into a world like ours?" and you'll get this part.

Next photos:
Grandpa and Grandma, location and time unknown
Grandpa and Grandma during Christmas with my cousin, Ray Jr.
My mom, with my daughter, Kayla
Grandpa and Grandma on their 50th wedding anniversary
My three daughters on the porch of their single-wide in Rigby, Idaho - the house Grandpa lived in when he died.

"I was born here and I'll die here against my will..." Grandpa wasn't born in Rigby and didn't technically die there (though close by) - but I chose this photo to show his roots. You'll see his old Jeep Willy's. That's me, splitting firewood for Grandma after Connie died. I really liked the "it looks like I'm moving but I'm standing still" part of the video. There's a lot of motion while everything is still - rooted. And then the "Grandpa Tree."

Grandpa fishes, and can't probably remember what it was he came to get away from.

The next scenes are of my Grandparents. I shot that picture in 1977, while in seventh grade. Eventually, everything turns yellow, old. Memories fade, and that's what this shows.

The rest is self-explanatory.

I've been a professional artist for more than two decades and I consider this one of my best creations, though I basically bastardized a good Dylan song and used it for my purposed. If you've seen the video, I hope you enjoyed it.

All the best,
Jim