Each day that I drive around, I see something new and exciting. Yesterday, I went to check out a place for brunch and drove some streets I’d not seen before. One of them had a train track overpass which had been there for some time. Ivy, poison or otherwise, had grown all over it, stopping only where the occasional passing of the train decapitated it as the two fingers of Ivy try to touch each other across the tracks. The road was barely two lanes and it dipped down in such a fashion that I know it floods out completely each time it rains.
I could have stopped to photograph it, but kept driving and simply reveled in the sight.
There are some things that my camera just doesn’t capture and my grasp of the English language is simply insufficient to describe. In Arizona, it was the sunset. Try as I might, no picture I ever took could capture those shades. It’s something everyone should go to the desert to see at least once in their life. Here in the East everything is different.
The fireflies blinking the night into existence at dusk.
The smoke, billowing mist, coming off the tobacco fields onto the road in the morning hours when only faith tells us the sun will be returning today.
Beautiful girls in far off places.
My camera can’t seem to find my missing friends smile, but it lives on in my head. I miss you Brother Julio. The more I look around me, the more I think, ‘There is no ordinary day.’ Nothing is the same it was yesterday and none of it will be unchanged tomorrow. It is through his example that I am impressed to not wait for one second.
Another thing my camera won’t capture is this: The Normannia. That’s where I’ll be in July; diving through the wreckage of the old Normannia. That will be actually my third set of open water dives. The second will also be a wreck dive on July 6th, but my instructor hasn’t let slip where he is taking me.
I miss you guys, and as part of that I keep adding to the picture archives in the photo gallery. There was a glitch where about half the pictures were not displaying unless you had logged in to the gallery, but I think I fixed that, so feel free to take a minute and laugh at something crazy we did together. Then go out and do something you’ve been waiting to do. Take a friend and take some pictures and send them to me.
Anyone who feels like visiting the east coast, I’ve got a Polaroid just waiting to be used.
Remember, there is no bucket.
Wow, three posts in three weeks! Impressive. And here I just ambled by in an attempt to stave off jet lag, expecting to find nothing new…
Glad to read you’re settling in so well =) The town sounds really small from the way you describe it. Like, suburbs with farmland and “Cows Xing” signs small. Either you’ll have a blast, or you’ll go out of your mind. Either way, it’ll be fun. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Don’t underestimate the magic of the polaroid.
I find whole pages that I have written that I don’t remember writing. It’s all pretty dark to me.
Today I got some notes from a girl drinking bourbon. I was drinking wine.
No prisoners. No shit.