Monday, October 1, 2007


You've been asking me about trainhopping. I can't explain it any more than you can explain what it's like to hold your newborn baby or be in combat. Thousands of years of building language and it still falls short in our most defining moments.

Here's my best attempt - not at explaining, but translating. Look. Imagine. It's everything that repressed restless spirit in you wants it to be.

Somewhere in Northern California


M.M.R. said...

This photo illustrates it well...beautiful and inviting. Thank you for sharing.

anne b. said...