Tree of man
If there’s one thing that you begin to marvel at after living in this city-(police)-state-country, it’s that space is a luxury. Or rather, you are given the impression that space is a luxury, and ideology lodged into the brains of those who, after a while, cease to know anything else. Far gone are the long extensive drives, mesmerized by the hypnotic passing of the dotted white lines in front of you, the glazed eyes as you watch the blur that are the trees and bushes and other random vegetation passing by. Gone are the long rolling hills and meadows of green and yellow and the fields of lavender and orchards full of apple trees. Gone are the strawberry fields and grass grazing cattle in the plains of the cold winter fields. No more are the traffic staring horses with their long flowing manes and the sheep who seriously, haven’t got a clue. And gone are those bails of hay rolled in the autumn and the yellow fields of buttercups in the spring, the golden fields of wheat and purple lavender (though you’d probably not find one where I live).
Nevertheless. Journeys long and far to the north of this little (temporal?) home of mine do have some sights that can be nice to see. And while pylons are not necessarily a thing of beauty in many eyes, especially those of leukemia sufferers, it is oft not seen in the lands in which I dwell.
I like the notion, ‘On a clear day, you can see forever…’ This pic almost evoke that image and the writing conjures up times on the Interstate highways in the US with telephone poles and cornfields for scenery and me yelling “Wide open spay-c-eeeeeee……” out of the car window. Ha3. Loved that feeling ;)
sigh, sounds good. would really love to go US and take the greyhound everywhere.
one day. one day.