Seeing Something New on a Well-worn Path
Everything blends in with the background when you’re zipping along, head down, focused only on the task at hand – survival. There is no bigger picture, only now. Chaos can swirl around you, burning everything to the ground but your eyes remain ignorant, fixed only on immediate gratification.
I’ve crossed this bridge for twenty years, never once stopping until this very day. After pulling over and finally stopping, I climbed up on the wall to look out. I stood there surveying what spilled out before me.
After a long time of repeating the same actions, this was the first time that I ever saw something. I witnessed the curve of the shoreline embracing the body of it’s partner, and the ripples that danced away. I saw the clouds and the sky.
I saw distance.
There is a long standing disagreement on the podcast of the color of those wheels. They aren’t yellow, yet they aren’t green. But I lean more towards the green side.
By the way, stopping to see stuff is why we do what we do. We see stuff, so we write stuff. Where was this?
The wheels are definitely yellow. I think some lighting or photo filters translate the color differently. In person… yellow.
That was on route 301 near Carmel, NY.
Haven’t done much travel between the Hudson and the border. Except to pass through to Vermont or Mass. Reminds me of a place near Neversink, NY.
I have to agree, photographic filters might be giving them the Green-ish look, but I have seen these in person and perhaps my eyes aren’t what they used to be. But I see a hint of a lemony-limey green in there. I’m weird.
Sounds like the Lemon-Lime Gatorade debate. I call it green, her wheels are yellow. 😉
Is the route 301 in Carmel, NY? Good pic and awesome road. Bob
Yessir, it is. It’s especially fun when you have it mostly to yourself 😀
Question answered. Next time through, when you get into Carmel, turn right on Rt52, then look for the statue of Sybill Luddington on your right. When the British were burning Danbury, CT. , her father, Colonel Luddington, sent her out on horseback to alert and summon the Colonial Militia. Sybil rode 40 miles at night, and unlike Paul Revere, she was not caught! Bob
“None are as blind as those who refuse to see.” Glad you’re out and about and seeing life. Great shot too.
Beautiful. The scene, the act (stopping and looking) and the insight.
Also happy to see you blogging again. That’s a good sign.