What's odd about that is that I didn't really even think about the cars when I took the photo. I wanted a picture of the waves and the wind, and didn't really care about the cars. I was in no hurry, I'd get what I needed to get done that day, and that's what I noticed: My viewpoint has shifted. I feel a little distance from the day-to-day stuff that I used to do. My schedule now is related more to the wind and the rain and the season. That's a big change.
Life is a lot more visceral now. I like that a lot.
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Cool, I especially like that word, visceral, something earthy and real about it. . . .
Dig this entry and the sentiment too. An interesting reminder.
-sks
Very cool post...wish the same could be said for me here in Manhattan as I sit on the George Washington Bridge.
I was just wondering, how big of a vehicle were you in when you took the picture? Looks like you were in a helicopter.
I was in my ford truck. There's a riser on each end of the bridge that allows boat traffic underneath without having to open the bridge, and I was on that riser when I took the picture. Most of the bridge floats on the water -- that's the long stretch in the photo. When the wind is blowing like that you can feel the bridge slither like a snake under your wheels. You actually have to steer a little to keep yourself in the lane as the lane is moving back and forth.
When the wind gets really bad waves crash over the roadway, and they'll close the bridge.
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