Somewhere in Middle America

I had to pull over and look at this tree. I was drawn to it. Maybe it’s that I felt, or sometimes feel, as lonely and isolated.
My drive was desolate and treacherous on the way to Baxter Springs, Kansas. I nearly had a head-on collision with a white pick-up truck that slammed into the highway divider in front of me and then layed sideways in the middle of the road and in my way. A few crashes and near disasters in New England trained me well. Never slam on the breaks. Pump them if you don’t have anti-lock breaks, but never over react. At least that’s what ran through my mind at a fraction of a second approximately 135 times in my 14 hour drive.

Posted February 1st, 2008 in Uncategorized.


  1. Lau:

    Wow, the image I mean. I have these strange things with empty landscapes. They fascinate me, probably partly resulting from the fact that I grew up in a crowded and very densely populated place. We dont have them, know you have plenty. Need to go there. Just somehow those pieces of land are never completely empty anymore; I have been there, as have other tourists and workers. They know grow melons at the Egyptian/Libian/Sudanese border; they dig for salt in the great Uyuni-lake and not far from now they will dig for gold, oil, coal and whatever else in the arctic region.

  2. peter:

    that’s the sort of picture i have (and will continue) to make thousands of times. though sure I haven’t made one I liked as much as this. I always stay away from centering it … but I think this is exactly what it needs here.

  3. Joey Pulone:


    You’re going to have to attend the Pulone School of Driving. I’ll hook you up with age-old racing/street techniques that were passed down through my elders. If there’s one thing my family is known for it’s driving, cars, and hot women. Well, OK, that’s three things, but you get the point.

    Stay safe, brother.


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