There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore, there is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more

-George Gordon, Lord Byron-

5.11.2006

Driving Home


This is a truck in Arizona. How strange to see your own name this way on the highway.















After leaving 80 degree weather in Arizona, I drove through Colorado snow just one day later.















My motel in Las Vegas, New Mexico.
Posted by EB at 1:00 AM

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