...or tries to...

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Passing by



Two weekends, in the same state, but enough disparate images to make your head spin. We're lucky we can take it all in, this fun house of stuff, without falling over, since nothing links them together but our witnessing them. Our passing by. Our looking up or down or over or back. We had coffee across the street from The Garlic Festival. We sped past a theme park along a highway. We stopped at lights near painted ladies and a fiberglass horse and giant fish lure, a painted van, a mysterious sign on an empty building. Are we just used to this, being filled up with pictures, places, things, the lack of narrative making the narrative? I can't believe it's particular to now, I read that Cleopatra's city of Alexandria displayed elephants wearing gold embroidered slippers and a fifteen foot statue that stood up and poured milk. This can't be something new.









1 comment:

Daydreamer said...

Amy, there is Such a Ghost Town atmosphere about this post... as though we are seeing the Images from Dreams... some Familiar... some SO Bizarre that we have to stop and look... wondering whether we are Awake or not... Whose story it Really is... Do we Know this Place? There are strips like this on The Cape... semi-abandoned as people have moved on to Newer, Finer, Glitzier Resorts.... or Inside to the Internet and TV....

To think that it ALL has a Story.. a REASON for Being there... THAT is the Strangest part of all... Trying to Fathom the Reasons...
Yet.... SO is LIFE like that...
So, Yeah... it's as OLD as Time...