Re: Stacks.

This my excavation, today is kumran

Everything that happens is from now on

This is pouring rain,

This is paralyzed.

I keep throwing it down, two hundred at a time

It's hard to find it when you knew it

When your money's gone 

And you're drunk as hell.

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load

In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load

In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load.

I'm twisting to the sun I needed to replace

The fountain in the front yard is rusted out

All my love was down

In the frozen ground.

There's a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed

And he's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss

Whatever could it be 

That has brought me to this loss?

On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load

In the back and the racks and the stacks as your load

In the back with your racks and you're un-stacking your load.

This is not the sound of a new man or a crispy realization

It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away

Your love will be

Safe with me.

-Bon Iver "Re: Stacks"

This picture I took reminds me of what I picture when I listen to Bon Iver. I always think of looking out a window at a wintery scene.