October 7, Illiopolis.
Sunday, October 07, 2012
Glimpse.
October 7, Illiopolis.
My driver's side mirror literally flew off its handle on the road this morning and for a moment I was left driving blind.
In the fragment of a second I glimpsed it, flying off, barely, then gone, it looked like white paper floating by my window, elegant, the fragment of an angel's wing floating by my conscience, gone before it could be seen.
Fridman and Castro drove the car back to retrieve the broken piece so it wouldn't chance cause an accident and then tied a concave mirror in its place so I could drive on. It will have to do for tomorrow's jump too as junkers are not open on Sundays.
My driver's side mirror literally flew off its handle on the road this morning and for a moment I was left driving blind.
In the fragment of a second I glimpsed it, flying off, barely, then gone, it looked like white paper floating by my window, elegant, the fragment of an angel's wing floating by my conscience, gone before it could be seen.
Fridman and Castro drove the car back to retrieve the broken piece so it wouldn't chance cause an accident and then tied a concave mirror in its place so I could drive on. It will have to do for tomorrow's jump too as junkers are not open on Sundays.
Saturday, October 06, 2012
Dylan's stone house.
October 5, Eureka.
The other day on the banks of the Illinois river Dylan built a house of stone. This one stone he found was shaped to make a perfect front door facade.
The other day on the banks of the Illinois river Dylan built a house of stone. This one stone he found was shaped to make a perfect front door facade.
Friday, October 05, 2012
Thursday, October 04, 2012
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Droplets.
October 3, Marseilles.
The river banks are strewn with trash but then there is this, droplets on leaves of thin air.
My friend Tiffany would see God in these droplets; I see the sheer rapture of life.
We are the same.
The river banks are strewn with trash but then there is this, droplets on leaves of thin air.
My friend Tiffany would see God in these droplets; I see the sheer rapture of life.
We are the same.
Random kindness.
October 2, Hillcrest.
A sign on the road a few days back: "I buy houses. I pay cash. I am a nice guy."
A sign on the road a few days back: "I buy houses. I pay cash. I am a nice guy."
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
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