A split in the pavement where vehicles enter the overpass: from underneath, next to the tracks, it sounds like a heartbeat. Thump-thump. Soil in which nothing has sprouted in 35 years. The once-a-day Amtrak gathering speed, faces hidden behind tinted glass, & the blinking tail light disappearing around the bend. Thump-thump.
A striking shift of location from the outback to the overpass. I wonder what epiphanies might have resulted from a surprise confrontation with that graffito.
I don’t know. Fortunately, my quick reflex action with the camera was able to ward off any stray moment of reflection it otherwise might’ve prompted in me.
I love this for more reasons than I can count, not the least of which being I know that thump-thump well.
Really? Cool! This just goes to show I ought to post something everyday no matter what. You never know what’s going to resonate with whom.
I’m with Lorianne. I think your internet break has done great things for you.
Well, I wouldn’t have snapped that picture if I hadn’t walked in town to use my bro’s computer.
Fine. I won’t.
Good.