237 mornings
As you guys know, I got into the habit of taking photographs from the freeway during my travels this past year. When I started a new job in February, I knew I was going to get restless being stuck in one place for the duration of the nine-week contract. But I did have a freeway to drive on.
So now:
I have photographs, one for every morning I commuted on California State Route 237. They're not as beautiful as New Mexico at twilight or as ominous as the Bakersfield oil fields or as weird as the Texas panhandle, but, well, they're where I live, and I'm okay with that.
So now:
I have photographs, one for every morning I commuted on California State Route 237. They're not as beautiful as New Mexico at twilight or as ominous as the Bakersfield oil fields or as weird as the Texas panhandle, but, well, they're where I live, and I'm okay with that.
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I love the Bottom of the Hill, not least because the drive is so easy.
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Where do you live?
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My photos on the road never turn out well.
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Most of my road photos don't turn out well, but I take a lot of them, so I get a few good ones. And I'm (obviously) willing to post some of the bad ones too.
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Decisions, decisions.
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cool
I kind of liked 237, maybe because it led to TiVo and didn't ever feel much like a serious highway unlike 101 or 280.