Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
See the U.S.A. ...¯\_(ツ)_/¯... in a Chevrolet. 30DBC prompt: ... what is your favorite method of traveling, and why? PART 1: As a child we took the Chevy for a ride in the country. The '58 was a coral Biscayne sedan, the '60 a blue Brookwood station wagon (my mother's car... pedal to the metal!), the '62 a Biscayne sedan... again but blue, the '65 a maroon Impala sedan. The '68 Dodge Polara was my favorite though; it was silver. The only other cars my father owned during my lifetime were a brown '49 De Soto, a green '53 Oldmobile, a '73 maroon Chevy Impala and a silver '79 Honda. We had Chevrolets for most of 21 years. According to my mother we needed a good working car for my dad to go to work. She budgeted for it. And it did get used. He car-pooled before it was called that. We went on trips, mostly to visit family. On weekends I loved the autumn jaunts to the countryside but as a child the long distance roller-coaster highways through the hills made me car sick. I ate M&Ms. That helped. As a teenager we visited the Adirondacks, a totally different world and the farthest I ever got until I went to college in Kansas. I didn't go back. I moved to a small Kansas farm town. My first car was a french-blue '60 Pontiac Catalina. I loved going down dirt roads! My second car, a '67 green-blue Plymouth Fury was the most reliable. I really liked my '94 white Miata though... top down. I loved the open roads the best, finding different routes to take rather than just following the same highway. I loved the freedom. Until 2004 when I was penniless... and that was the end of that. I think this has a crisper picture: https://www.aaaa.org/timeline-event/dinah-shore-sings-see-usa-chevrolet/ Peace, Kåre 6.juni.2019 102.554 |