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pancake
linear view /
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senses of a roadside's frost /
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After stopping on the shoulder of the road, I stepped from the idling truck with my camera in tow. It was a damn cold morning. My subjects didn't seem to mind. I carefully framed and captured a few images. Pulling on my scarf to tighten it around my neck, I opened the door, feeling and smelling the welcome of heat.
breakfast feeds /
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Toasted bagels and paper cups with corrugated sleeves that read "Caution: Contents May Be Hot" occupied our hands. We fed ourselves on conversation.
eyes on the road /
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I drove several miles yesterday, perhaps even more than usual. Just seems like a standard when you live in a rural area. I always seem to find an inner calm during those drives. Usually it's just me and the music, getting lost in the moment as I pass the road markings like falling dominoes.
I'm not sure why, but yesterday was just a little bit different. I listened to the quiet instead. Between that and the whistling of the fresh air making it's way through slightly lowered windows, it seemed like I drove farther than those miles I left behind me in the rear view mirror. These healthy places find me far more often than they use to.
hooray for hollywood /
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Fresh out of the oven oatmeal raisin cookies make it feel like a Saturday night at the ranch... a perfect companion for an evening of classic black and white cinema
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i drive /
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There isn't a time in my life when I haven't had a passion for automobiles. As a young boy, I'd often place my hand out the window as my father was driving. Then by shifting the angle of my hand ever so slightly, it would glide and slice through the air up and down while I made loud motoring sounds with my mouth. A few years later, I received my learner's permit and a big dose of independence. That day was thrilling.
The first car I ever owned had an AM radio with a single speaker mounted under the dash. It was fabulous. My next car had an 8-track tape player with big chrome buttons. Again, fabulous. Today I listen to quite a bit of public radio. I've always been strongly adamant about placing bumper stickers on my vehicles. Seems that time, age, or life have an unusual way of changing things. I've broken down and now sport a small, white Apple sticker in the lower left corner of my back window. Damn.
Time has changed alot of things, but I'm really not much different than that kid who drove around with my Dad. I'm looking forward to my drive home from the office later today. A few years may have passed since I made those loud motoring sounds, but I think today I may have to do it again, just before Led Zeppelin's D'yer M'ker is added to my westbound soundtrack. Once again... fabulous.