Today's words come from Ann Patchett's novel Commonwealth, words that sparked me to laugh out loud as I sat reading all alone in my otherwise silent home on a gray December Monday.
We went to a gas station over on Olympic.
Not close but close enough.
The guy who owned the place
spent real money on his coffee
and he taught all the kids who worked for him
the importance of dumping it out
and making a fresh pot.
People would drive an extra couple of blocks
to buy their gas from a guy
who had good coffee.
It wasn't like it is today
where there's nobody to fill up your tank
but you can get a goddamn cappuccino.
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| At the Edge of the Sound of My Footsteps 30 x 30"; acrylic, collage, ink, and oil pastel on canvas abstract landscape 2020 $850 |
6 comments:
Starry starry night! Earth waiting to produce her bounty! Love the contrasts, darks and lights, warms and cools, verticals and horizontals.
Merry Christmas and a Happy Healthy and Creative New Year!
Carol, I continue to appreciate your visual language. You pull me out of my self-referential lived experience of painting to take a more objective observational perspective. Grateful.
Here's to a happy haalthy creative new year to us all : )
oh oh! Love how this ended! That sky! Those rocky outcroppings and steps that invite me to explore it with my hiking boots...love the excerpt. It made me laugh!
Jen, really fun for me to picture you out hiking the rocky gorge-ish landscape I've created. I can totally see you out there in your trusty hiking boots!
Glad you got a laugh out of the excerpt I shared. It definitely hit my cynicism funny bone : )
For purple mountain majesty..... Glorious! And funny :)
Thank you, Sheila. And I'm glad you enjoyed the funny!
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