Category: A View from the Road

A Very Different View of Time Square

While driving into New York City, I noticed how lite the traffic was, for no apparent reason; nevertheless, I was not prepared to see this View, of Time Square, from our hotel window. I cannot remember ever having seen the City’s streets so empty. Thankfully, by morning, she was awake and back to brimming with…

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Mayberry, North Carolina (Mount Airy) One of the things, which I most love about the road, is the opportunity to step into other worlds, often long gone. There is something about Main Street, USA, that will always draw me in, coaxing me to pull over and walk the streets of towns that remind me of…

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Straight to the Point During this time of year when it feels like it all about light, whether trying to bring light to the darkness of winter, in the northern hemisphere, or celebrate the holidays with lights, I found this display quite simple yet affective, as it is straight to the point. The colorful light…

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The Delacorte Clock   I love Central Park, in New York City; and I love that despite growing up in the age of horror stories about Central Park, I now very much feel like it is one of those wonderful places in the world, that I own, at least, just a bit. The first time,…

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Gloucester Fisherman’s Memorial “They that go down to the sea in ships.” 1623-1923 By chance, we stopped in Gloucester, Massachusetts, where we happened to spot this very familiar View from the Road: The Gloucester Fisherman’s Memorial. The memorial includes bronze plaques that list the names and dates of people who perished at sea; from the…

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Hey! I am Over Here, Come Take a Look! I wish I could make one of these memorable pieces of Americana, as I do so love road-side attractions, and must absolutely stop, if at all possible, to photograph a giant you name it . . . an orange, an alligator, a doughnut, a muffler man,…

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Zane Grey Road My Father loved his cowboy novels; I am sorry that I never read Larry McMurtry or Zane Grey, while my Father was alive, we would have had some interesting conversations. Kate and I read Riders of the Purple Sage, aloud to one another, as we drove cross country; and yes, we did…

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He is Waiting for You?   I saw this well dressed man, sitting, at a park, near a beach in mid-Florida, without the slightest ounce of pretense. He did not have an animal he was walking or waiting on, there was no newspaper or book or even a journal, to make him looke otherwise engaged,…