Wednesday, February 22, 2006
notes from yesterday's drive to montreal: camera in hand
If I drive, you can look at the world out there. I’ll stop if you want to take photos.
Generous words. Ed drives, I look. We take the side road. Rarely do we choose a highway over a back road. Snow flurries along the St. Lawrence. Much of the river is not frozen here.
ice fishing hut on sled runners; no ice here.
old but not without color
out for a morning run
Please, while I’m handling the camera here, can you put one hand on the wheel? I mean, life is short enough.
It’s a habit…
I see that.
Do you know where the airport is?
I saw a sign. Montreal airport. Take the exit at 15.
Okay… even though I thought we were departing from Trudeau…
Damn. Turn around then, we’re going the wrong way. Only not here: no u-turns permitted.
Signs are there to keep sign-makers employed.
My own bad habit: getting to the gate seconds before check-in closes. This time we have four minutes to spare.
Such are the issues that accompany travel. So many people have said that travel these days is a pain. Waiting, always waiting, managing bad weather, faulty reservations, security issues. Who needs this?
I do. Just to look at a place that is different from home. Wherever home may be.
Generous words. Ed drives, I look. We take the side road. Rarely do we choose a highway over a back road. Snow flurries along the St. Lawrence. Much of the river is not frozen here.
ice fishing hut on sled runners; no ice here.
old but not without color
out for a morning run
Please, while I’m handling the camera here, can you put one hand on the wheel? I mean, life is short enough.
It’s a habit…
I see that.
Do you know where the airport is?
I saw a sign. Montreal airport. Take the exit at 15.
Okay… even though I thought we were departing from Trudeau…
Damn. Turn around then, we’re going the wrong way. Only not here: no u-turns permitted.
Signs are there to keep sign-makers employed.
My own bad habit: getting to the gate seconds before check-in closes. This time we have four minutes to spare.
Such are the issues that accompany travel. So many people have said that travel these days is a pain. Waiting, always waiting, managing bad weather, faulty reservations, security issues. Who needs this?
I do. Just to look at a place that is different from home. Wherever home may be.
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"Wherever home may be."
ReplyDeleteMaybe this is what you are looking for, in all your travels?
Just remember, you may end up opening a lot of garage doors before you find one that rings a doorbell.
PnL
PnL: Is it that we should stay home and tend our own gardens? I don't have a garden anymore and there are many on this planet (some quite dinky but still worth pausing at) that are worth making the trip for.
ReplyDeleteUltimately, the islander was happy that I stopped by and asked about her currants and berries, garage door incident notwithstanding. People are proud of the stuff they make and if you've traveled far and at odd seasons to stop and listen, all the better.
I love the photo on top -- the tree, the snow, the little blue structure thingy. Really nice composition.
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