Kiss the mountain air we breath

Boston

     I talked to this kind, soft-spoken man outside a bus station. He was traveling with an apple branch from a tree that didn’t survive a lightning strike, and he had a couple of tags and a ticket for it.      I said goodbye and went upstairs when a woman who was walking behind me turned to a police officer and reported with an alarmed voice, “There’s a man outside with a six-foot stick in his hand, and he’s just standing there!”      I listened for a while, and then had to intervene and explain that I had just talked to the man who was just waiting for his bus.      “Is he bothering anyone?” the officer asked.      “No.”      “Soliciting? Panhandling?”      “No.”      “But he is just standing there!” the woman repeated, as if standing at a bus station is among the most outrageous things one can do.      I wouldn’t make a big deal out of this incident and post it if this was the first time I’d seen something like this—but it’s not. I walk around a lot, and I spend a lot of time at bus stations, and I’m particularly attuned to certain people.      I’ve noticed that we seem to have taken the constantly glaring “See something, say something”—and applied it to anything that doesn’t fit our narrow notions of how people should look or behave. And all too often, the people who bother us the most are the ones who really don’t want to bother anyone.

Phroyd

Old highways.

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Learning to swim

another huge gorgeous electric blue capped Tourmaline on a large Smokey from Pakistan 

Bob Dylan - Blonde on Blonde Album with handwrittenn poem from B.Dylan.

“We are in Michigan.”

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