Pavement. That is what you see on a road trip and alot of it. Pavement, on and on and on. A road trip- it helps to have a comfortable car… I have the back seat of a pick up truck. Comfortable it is not. The motorcycle was better…. though I've wondered HOW did I sit on that bike for twelve hours day after day?
I'll tell you what… love and passion played a big part of it.
A road trip gives you plenty of time to think about things, or daydream or wonder what the hell one is doing.
Road trips make me wonder…about nothing and everything all at once. Thoughts float in and out, with the beat of the song on the radio, or with the constant changing sky…
The scenery, that is what a road trip has to offer… and also the crazy pleasure of trying to take photos out of a backseat window with a mile high packed pick up bed behind me.
The swamp before New Orleans really got my attention. It woke me up, drove me crazy, I wanted to bust the window, or at least slam on the brakes. But I wasn't driving. Hence memories of the motorcycle trip came flooding back…. some of my most favorite photos where the ones I could not take.
A road trip renders plenty of time to sort things out, to give different avenues, adventure in ideas and in most cases time to let thoughts just pour out, going whatever way they want… The funny thing is all I keep thinking about are the two people sitting in the front seat… the match maker in me is very curious… and I spend most my time telling her to be quiet.
A road trip unwinds the routine.
Lends direction.
Recreates past experiences.
Forges dreams.
Gives space..
Shows another path…
or it allows you time to seat on an idea.
The back seat let's me let it be… and find new positions in sitting still.
The road into New Orleans… a double bridge right on the water.
Lynn, has a fear thing about crossing over bridges. I don't, but my sleep thing freaks her out, she wouldn't dream of letting me drive across a bridge or otherwise. Usually the "Cowboy" drives…but even cowboys need a break.
Look at her holding that wheel. If only you could see the big trailer behind us!
I am certain that after this photo she is going to send me down the road talking to myself.
We arrived… New Orleans… in the middle of the night… to the Iberville Hotel… a bed never felt so good.
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