sun sets early now

another sun

Schwarzenbach Highway, 1927

Just who was Schwarzenbach, for whom this roadside fountain was erected?

driving

north country windmills

running errands on a rainy day

the other day, the sun came out

Snow and Sun on Road

more bridge yikes

Sometimes Traffic Comes At You

what the camera saw

Yellow Lines

protest

US Route 6 used to go from Provincetown, Massachusetts, to Long Beach, California. It's the road that Jack Kerouac thought he would take across the country when he wrote On The Road; he hitchhiked it for just a little bit. It's the loneliest road, lonelier than US 50, which was designated so in the 1960s by Life magazine. That's because US Route 6 was so lonely that no one even knew about it, I think. Then, in 1963 or thereabouts, the decision was made to end US Route 6 in Bishop, California, 300 or so miles north of Long Beach, because, from Bishop, US Route 6 shared the road with other numbers, so it got the boot. This sign is in Bishop where the highway now ends.

I took this photograph in 1996 when I drove the highway from coast to coast, including from Bishop to Long Beach.

the road. . .

. . . is calling. Itchy feet. "Nogi na dorogi," [legs on the road] in Russian (where's that Cyrillic font when I really want it?!) Doesn't this look inviting? It's in the Finger Lakes, between Seneca and Canandaigua Lakes, in Milo, I think, a few weeks ago. I've taken photos like this in Nevada. And Kansas, Wyoming, California. We've built roads everywhere, and all of them appeal to me. I want to see them all, to drive them, to walk them, to be there. Ah.