Sometimes, I just don’t know what to think. Every now and then, things in Texas just seem so….crass.
Here’s an example. Just the other day, my pal in Canada posted this beautiful, simple shot of a clothesline against a blue sky. Go look at it. I’ll wait….
Nice shot, right? Simple, almost Zen-like.
At approximately the same time, I saw this:
Subtlety: not our thing.
If you can figure out how to get there – with the Do Not Enter and the One Way and the No Left Turn – you might be able to find some bargains at the thrift store.
But, if that’s not your deal (or even if it is), I’d like to encourage you to visit my friend Paul Zarzkski’s place; scroll nearly to the end, until you find the poem called “Montana Second Hand,” a lovely poem that takes place at a St Vincent de Paul store.
Still have some time on your hands? Here’s Paul, reciting “Black upon Tan” at the National Cowboy Poetry Gathering.
It’s a long way from Ann Arbor to cowboy poets; thanks for indulging my journey.
Along Broadway Street
Ann Arbor, Michigan