Derailed
Radium Springs, NM. 1974.This is my neighbor Bob, who plays a featured role in my story, "The Gift Comes Full Circle," posted earlier on this blog. We were on our way to visit Robin one fine winter afternoon (mentioned in my earlier post, "Robin and Sundew"), when we encountered this "derail" sign along the tracks. I posed him with the sign to allude to his habit of getting stoned whenever possible.
posted by Gordon Solberg at 9:48 AM
3 Comments:
gosh... that picture brings back that feeling I also got from "shamanette".
That feeling of how it's all just "vanished". I hear myself asking foolish questions like "What happened? Where did it all go?"
But it's true - so much that seemed so important has "just vanished". Hmmm. I don't know if that's true for others, but it's true for me...
Jacques
They say that "it" was at its best the summer before the Summer of Love, which would be 1966. By 1974when this picture was taken, what kind of aftermath were we dealing with? Not to mention 2009 -- it's the ancient wisp of the dream of a memory. I'm always fascinated by the fact that "it" was fading away even while we were living it. No wonder things didn't feel quite right. Something was always, somehow, amiss, despite the magic.
Yeah, it seems there was an immersion in a moment. I really appreciate your phrasing...
"the ancient wisp of the dream of a memory".
Jacques
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