Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Out a car window, with my camera phone. Sometimes I wish I had a good camera and skill, these don't do the scene justice.
I wonder what the landscape must have looked like before some desperate folks allowed their ma' and pa's farms to be sold and turned into shabby subdivisions. I had to work hard not to get power lines in the photos. Sigh.
I love snow in New York. The whiteness is so fleeting, it will be drab and gray by morning. There is beauty, but the stuff will kill you. I spun the truck on 32 tonight and missed a telephone pole by an angel's breath.
I won't name the town, this could really be anywhere in the Valley, but the road is called Old Indian. I wonder what those old Indians would have to say.