High above the sea a welder makes ready a fishing boat for it’s next journey. A cool Sunday morning in Ct. and my mind continues to travel old roads alone. Just me and my images, identity, not an avatar or a 140 character twit. Just thoughts and compassion looking back on the road not taken and the road re-traveled. Once I was ….. now not relevant images made and shown in a goodnuff state to the world wide web a nano second later and forgotten as fast. Just a visitor to the ipodian age leaving little tracks of silver halides a forgotten language based on thought contemplation and seeing more than the next upgrade. “One word for you Plastics” [paraphrased from The Graduate] enjoy pjc
Off to follow the trail left behind on an old road.
Mocha and a Visit by the Muse
Ambiance
Triangles and Negative Space
Layers of Humanity
Cafémantic
A Spring Afternoon on an old road, Main Street Willimantic, and a terrific Iced Mocha.
Back on board Amtrak’s Empire Builder
Just after that sunrise I had breakfast with Big Bird and his parents. What really makes train travel so grand is that people talk, a sort of mini community is formed. It is social travel, a step back in time to where everything didn’t depend on speed and profit. Maybe a step forward as I hear on Friday mornings radio news that train travel is up 14% over last year. Take a deep breath and enjoy the journey for it isn’t about the destination it is about the journey. Enjoy the journey pjc
