My Blue Highways – II

A long time ago, a boyfriend in Kansas City pointed me to Blue Highways by William Least Heat-Moon because of my love of the open road.  These days, my travel is largely work related and consists of getting into airplanes and making my way from city to city.  I love cities.  And it is for that reason that I also pine for the open road as an escape from time to time.  Sometimes just driving and soaking in the scenery is like vitamins to me, even if I never take a single photograph.

I was driving along Seneca Turnpike near Clinton, NY when I came upon this strange scene and decided to stop and investigate.  I’m sure there’s a story here, but I have no idea what it could possibly be.

“What you’ve done becomes the judge of what you’re going to do, especially in other people’s minds. When you’re traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.” – William Least Heat-Moon

My Blue Highways – I

“A car whipped past, the driver eating and a passenger clicking a camera. Moving without going anywhere, taking a trip instead of making one. I laughed at the absurdity of the photographs and then realized I, too, was rolling effortlessly along, turning the windshield into a movie screen in which I, the viewer, did the moving while the subject held still. That was the temptation of the American highway, of the American vacation (from the Latin vacare, “to be empty”).”
― William Least Heat-Moon, Blue Highways
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