When I first saw cotton fields in Louisiana I was dumbfounded. The whole history of the south as I knew it then as a pre-teen rushed through my head all at once. The rust stained tin-roof shacks all around at the time were incomprehensible, did not compute.
The same mental freak out happened when I first saw tobacco fields in Virginia where one of my sisters was born, the state, not a field.
And, this is irrelevant to your photos, as a teenager when we drove through Ohio where I was born, I thought, "Man, this whole place is a dump." Not what I expecting.
But I was expecting beautiful Oz where all wonderful people are born. Pennsylvania (where William Penn and Milton Hershey established their chocolate pencil factories) is better and so is New York.
Penn and Hershey eventually broke it off. Penn said to Hershey, "Stop calling me Erasurehead just because I'm yellow and a bit stiffly wooden. I'm sick and tired of being #2"
Truckers too pick up strange dogs at rest stops. Chrome charriots, those gleaming gilded cages, must become more bearable after hours punctuated by copious amounts of slobber and rhythmic panting.
On one of my first sojourns to San Diego I drove through west Texas @ the end of cotton pickin' season. It looked like snow on the ground where large clumps of cotton fell off the truck on the way into town.
I worked a case in the Fall years back in the Thumb Area of Michigan. It was sugar beet harvest season. These trucks of large sugar beets reminded me of the flick, Invasion of the Body Snatchers. These sugar beets looked like the pods!
LOL on the beet truck bit. When I was stationed in rural UK in the 60s/70s near Ipswitch, beets were a major crop and those giant beet trucks with the huge beets were omni-present on the roads...I'd never seen those crops growing up in central Illinois or in Louisiana where I went to school--a weird-looking crop, lol
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It took us about 12 hours because my brother believes is better to take the local roads after leaving Florida. At least I got some snapshots.
Couldn't you work in the phrase "cotton pickin" into this?
When I first saw cotton fields in Louisiana I was dumbfounded. The whole history of the south as I knew it then as a pre-teen rushed through my head all at once. The rust stained tin-roof shacks all around at the time were incomprehensible, did not compute.
The same mental freak out happened when I first saw tobacco fields in Virginia where one of my sisters was born, the state, not a field.
And, this is irrelevant to your photos, as a teenager when we drove through Ohio where I was born, I thought, "Man, this whole place is a dump." Not what I expecting.
But I was expecting beautiful Oz where all wonderful people are born. Pennsylvania (where William Penn and Milton Hershey established their chocolate pencil factories) is better and so is New York.
Penn and Hershey eventually broke it off. Penn said to Hershey, "Stop calling me Erasurehead just because I'm yellow and a bit stiffly wooden. I'm sick and tired of being #2"
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Nice placid York you have there.
Only one of ours is like that. Sherlock just sits there and watches everything zip past.
Quasy wants to drive and Quantum acts like she expects to see the Arbeit Macht Frei sign at any second.
Not our dog.
Truckers too pick up strange dogs at rest stops. Chrome charriots, those gleaming gilded cages, must become more bearable after hours punctuated by copious amounts of slobber and rhythmic panting.
Dude don't start posting photos of dogs.
It will not end well. Just Sayn'
I like the beard. Lem. You wear it well.
Ha ha.
On one of my first sojourns to San Diego I drove through west Texas @ the end of cotton pickin' season. It looked like snow on the ground where large clumps of cotton fell off the truck on the way into town.
I worked a case in the Fall years back in the Thumb Area of Michigan. It was sugar beet harvest season. These trucks of large sugar beets reminded me of the flick, Invasion of the Body Snatchers. These sugar beets looked like the pods!
cute puppers.
Cotton in Alabama looks the same. I just returned from my mother's funeral there.
@ndspinelli/
LOL on the beet truck bit. When I was stationed in rural UK in the 60s/70s near Ipswitch, beets were a major crop and those giant beet trucks with the huge beets were omni-present on the roads...I'd never seen those crops growing up in central Illinois or in Louisiana where I went to school--a weird-looking crop, lol
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