Turns out Omaha is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful:
Those feelings of happiness that make you shiver are hard to capture in a picture. This is a picture of the Old Market at dusk, which is quickly becoming my favorite time of day, regardless of city:
Sunset in Omaha:
Omaha Graffiti:
So I cheated a bit. This is a picture of a saxophonist in Chicago, which is where we had two longish layovers. Meghan had great luck with this shot, which I think is the best of the bunch:
I took my thesis poems, thinking I would knock out some revisions on the train; but alas all I did was sleep (or attempt to sleep). Those trains have that lulling ability. I've always wondered what it would be like to be rocked to sleep (as an adult with the ability to retain the memory). Also, all these pictures are courtesy of Meghan. If someone in my party busts out a camera, I put mine away. Not sure why, but as we can see, she has it all under control.
So I cheated a bit. This is a picture of a saxophonist in Chicago, which is where we had two longish layovers. Meghan had great luck with this shot, which I think is the best of the bunch:
I took my thesis poems, thinking I would knock out some revisions on the train; but alas all I did was sleep (or attempt to sleep). Those trains have that lulling ability. I've always wondered what it would be like to be rocked to sleep (as an adult with the ability to retain the memory). Also, all these pictures are courtesy of Meghan. If someone in my party busts out a camera, I put mine away. Not sure why, but as we can see, she has it all under control.
2 comments:
did you delete your facebook account? i don't understand.
yes, i deleted it. just text me. it'll be okay.
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