Follow A Very Different View of Time Square While driving into New York City, I noticed how lite the traffic was, for no apparent reason; nevertheless, I was not prepared to see this View, of Time Square, from our hotel window. I cannot remember ever having seen the City’s...
Follow Mayberry, North Carolina (Mount Airy) One of the things, which I most love about the road, is the opportunity to step into other worlds, often long gone. There is something about Main Street, USA, that will always draw me in, coaxing me to pull over and walk the...
Follow Straight to the Point During this time of year when it feels like it all about light, whether trying to bring light to the darkness of winter, in the northern hemisphere, or celebrate the holidays with lights, I found this display quite simple yet affective, as it is straight to...
Follow The Delacorte Clock I love Central Park, in New York City; and I love that despite growing up in the age of horror stories about Central Park, I now very much feel like it is one of those wonderful places in the world, that I own, at least, just...
Follow Gloucester Fisherman’s Memorial “They that go down to the sea in ships.” 1623-1923 By chance, we stopped in Gloucester, Massachusetts, where we happened to spot this very familiar View from the Road: The Gloucester Fisherman’s Memorial. The memorial includes bronze plaques that list the names and dates of people who...
Follow Motown! Driving through the streets of Detroit, Michigan, Motor Town (Motown), demands that the radio be a bit louder than normal, and that the music be from Motown’s library of hits that accompanied, at least for me, my childhood. An entirely unassuming building, but talk about a View from...
Follow Hey! I am Over Here, Come Take a Look! I wish I could make one of these memorable pieces of Americana, as I do so love road-side attractions, and must absolutely stop, if at all possible, to photograph a giant you name it . . . an orange,...
Follow Zane Grey Road My Father loved his cowboy novels; I am sorry that I never read Larry McMurtry or Zane Grey, while my Father was alive, we would have had some interesting conversations. Kate and I read Riders of the Purple Sage, aloud to one another, as we drove cross...
Follow He is Waiting for You? I saw this well dressed man, sitting, at a park, near a beach in mid-Florida, without the slightest ounce of pretense. He did not have an animal he was walking or waiting on, there was no newspaper or book or even a journal, to...
Follow D. H. Lawrence Gravesite “After Lawrence died, Frieda returned to the ranch accompanied by Angelo Ravagli, her Italian lover and later third husband. In 1934, she had this memorial built for Lawrence. The following year Frieda had his body exhumed, cremated and the ashes brought to Taos. Her plan was... 
