Sunday, November 13, 2005

A Small Place for a Lost Mind

Illustrations are great, but nothing beats a hard photo. An illustration makes a point, where a picture makes it real.



The destruction I've seen, while it is no war, is still destruction nonetheless. Part of the apathy that people feel towards violence and harm, I believe, comes from their unwillingness to go out and see it for themselves. If it doesn't come to them, it's not real, just a fantasy played out for their amusement. Everyone believes it can't happen to them, as it's just part of that scripted routine played forth on the television.



The great thing about being out in the countryside, endless roads, endless sky, and endless silence. The nearest car is a million miles behind you, and the only thing you're aware of is the feeling of pavement under wheels, and air rushing through the vents. It's not a feeling of lawlessness, rather it's a feeling of freedom, if only for a moment.



They say Canadian winters are early, cold, and brutal. While I must agree that this is for the most part true, I beg to wonder if whoever says these things have met Canadian girls. Apparently, they're supposed to be easy, but mind the knife. It has a convenient means of finding the small of the back when you least expect it.

Or so I am told at least. I have and always will respect people based on their own merits, rather than their gender or class.

For some people have no merits, and I don't respect them at all.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That winter photo is really beautiful.

apples said...

Pretty trees :)

Winters over here used to be long and cold. Here being Norway. When I was a kid we had snow from November till April, and not just a little. Freezing cold too.

Now there's just rain, sleet, slush on the ground left. Our coast is so long and the country so thin, when the temperature in the sea rises just a degree or two the changes in weather are quite dramatic for all of us.

Bloody global warming...