Kitsch. Tackiness. History. Fun. Adventure! Photos.
Route 66. The ‘Mother Road’. The mother-effing road of no less than our collective consciousness.
And I mean that in an awe-struck way.
An old, blind-in-one-eye Bloodhound, contentedly basking in the sun… a white, weather-worn porch swing creaking slowly in a gentle breeze… an occasional, barely detectable scent of Lilac in the air? Or, maybe that’s just a memory…
Route 66 is the sciatic nerve that traverses The Human Condition.
Do you see it? Can you see it?? Come, let me show you.
Welcome to Americana. Please drive slowly.
I’m starting to favor zooms more lately.
Don’t get me wrong, I love how the primes render. Beautifully fast apertures, wonderful optics and buttery bokeh. All in a lithe, back-and-wallet friendly package.
But zooms are simply so versatile, especially for travel and documentary. More and more my preference has been to ‘be in the moment’… and pausing to change lenses interrupts that. Briefly, yes. But still… to me… it’s like listening to a record that skips.
To be continued…
Note: this article represents a departure in form – it will be serialized over weeks and months, and ultimately be lengthier and more immersive than previous posts. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!