Tuesday, February 5, 2008

View From The El




Yesterday we had the densest fog I can recall, during the day the Cal Sag Bridge was simply not there, cars driving into a void. When I left work, it was surreal, like I was wearing scratched goggles powdered with paper dust. The kind of fog that causes pile-ups on interstates. Walking to the bus, one house has two trees, only one was visible. Snow simply looked like Etch-A-Sketch scribbles on the snow. A car passed and I turned to watch it, the rear lights gone before I counted to five. Tonight it is raining, maybe the snow will be gone, though it seems more storms are on the way. Regardless, last night got me thinking of the one photo above. You all know I use disposable cameras, and I took this photo from a train doorway before it closed. I love the photo, what's going on beyond the square of light? From the El that makes it the third story. Is it a home office, a kitchen? Is someone getting the crap beaten out of him for dropping the dime to the coppers? Could be 2003, could be 1953. Just a view from the El....Wayne

5 comments:

HemlockMan said...

But for the color, it could have been from 12 ANGRY MEN.

Lana Gramlich said...

Did you also take the picture of the lightning? Both are very cool.

Wayne Allen Sallee said...

That photo illustrates what I miss now that I've been driving. I used to look into all the windows as I rode on the "L" and on buses, musing about what was going on in there. Fancy places. Impoverished places. Bare windows. Curtained windows. Torn shades. Abandoned hotels. You name it.
Now all I see is the road -- or not. As in the fog the other day. Looking into the void is disturbing, but it's even more disturbing when you have to DRIVE into it.
Driving has been a nightmare here, every day a new challenge. Frozen roads, snow-covered roads, pot holes and pot canyons in sub-zero conditions. I arrive home stressed, exhausted and grateful.

-- Rich

Charles Gramlich said...

Great post. Love the description here. As always, you put me right in the scene. Whether in fiction or for real.

TK Kerouac said...

As always, you are an eloquent writer , and I see everything vividly that you describe,
my blog is private now, I do have an open one but
I'll send you the private invite.
cheers