Passing restaurants, bars and businesses bearing names of Ukrainian and Polish origin, each looking hazy as if draped with a light, gray veil, behind them a long rusty steel mill by desolate railroad tracks, this is Pittsburgh. The sun always seems to disappear entering Pittsburgh. I wanted so much to take photos of the melancholic buildings and lonely landscapes we saw but to stop, aim and shoot would ruin the poetry of the drive and I didn't want even the briefest pause. I was enjoying the rhythm of the scenery: Naked trees, falling buildings, fading row houses scattered on distant hilltops. A photo would be insignificant, it would be out of context. To appreciate, one needs to see it all at once.



Blogger ♥ w o o l f ♥ said...

i appreciate your eccentricity, very much. and the funniest thing is, i actually see what you describe, so no image needed.
wonderful little piece, tera. and grandly put final phrase.

Saturday, December 03, 2011  
Blogger flowtops said...

I understand what you're saying, though at times, pieces by pieces inspires myriad little worlds as well, coming together in this überworld that you'd never seen had you not looked at the smaller worlds first.

But I'm guessing that it does not work that way for Pittsburgh.

You doing all right?


Monday, December 12, 2011  

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