Friday, July 30, 2010
Cement viaducts, wooden power-line poles, foliage with a dull sheen of gray-green light, tall tunneling situations, flat open panoramas, cluttered hectic detritus sections unfold like images on a page. Sit back in the seat and read the experience as one would read a book. Roads and freeways form story lines. Buildings, fields and clumps of forest are the characters of this waking dream, or situation of sit back and enjoy the ride. Can't sleep. Explain later. Nothing to explain.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
I went to a discount store at a local shopping plaza, about a ten minute walk from here and bought a suitcase for 70 % off the regular price of $ 200. It came to $ 60. I checked out other econo brands and after unzipping a few, checking interiors, handles and wheels, settled on a Lohbado-style suitcase.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
A friend sent an email about slow moving traffic through a tourist region along a famous stretch of salt water. It brought back memories of doing cross country trips with the family, back in the sixties. Every so often, my father would blow a gasket, pull out and pass 3 or 4 vehicles in a row, sometimes forcing on coming traffic off the road, on to the gravel shoulder. He had these dangerous, erratic outbursts, sort of like road rage.