Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Just a puddle?
Reflected sky at a highway rest stop
Somewhere in Eastern Ontario, December 2006
My father-in-law's name is Irving. So when we come across an Irving gas station, we always make an event out of it. This time out, we stopped at a truck stop near the highway to give the kids - and ourselves - a bit of a break on a monotonous drive. Cabin fever definitely sets in when you've been in the car since long before sunrise.
As we were finishing up, I wandered over to one of the huge diesel pumps for 18-wheeler trucks and noticed the horizontal patterns in the immediately adjacent wet concrete roadway. In the most gritty, industrialized place imaginable, I found a tiny slice of a bucolic sky. Imagine that.
Your turn: Have you found inspiration in a decidedly non-inspiring place?