This is no tourist destination. It is a small, busy, virile town of subtle charm like so many other small, busy, virile towns. You will never discover the charms if you arrive on the train and depart on the next bus.
Category: Landscape
On being grateful in a shroud of dust
I awaken to a shroud of dust
A sun hangs low and wan
Weakly luminous
Shadowless
Its light dispersed
By an atmosphere
Still, unmoving
Thick with particles
The Road of Flight
66 is the mother road, the road of flight.
~ John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 12
~ John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 12
Steinbeck dedicated chapter twelve of Grapes to Route 66, the road of flight for dust bowl refugees seeking the promise of something better in California. The chapter traces Route 66, its terrain, its places, its challenges, the experiences of its desperate travellers, from the Joad family home in Oklahoma all the way to Los Angeles.
Grey is Fine for Me
Some prefer the sunshine
The beauty of blue skies
I prefer the subtle
Of atmospheric sighs
The beauty of blue skies
I prefer the subtle
Of atmospheric sighs
Missing the Sun
I live in a rainforest
Clouds and drizzle and downpours
Are my grey life
Clouds and drizzle and downpours
Are my grey life
But every now and again
The sun shines through
For weeks, or months
Ming Sha Shan
I have heard
The ocean’s sigh
And witnessed
Ripples on its shores
The shushing waves
Left in repose
The ocean’s sigh
And witnessed
Ripples on its shores
The shushing waves
Left in repose
Ghosts in the Sound
On a day flattened white
By wildfire and sunshine
I go hunting
For ghosts in the Sound
By wildfire and sunshine
I go hunting
For ghosts in the Sound
Wildfire Haze
Wildfire haze
Obscures one beauty
Creates another
Obscures one beauty
Creates another
Smokey atmosphere
Acrid in my nose
Stinging my eyes
Clogging my lungs
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