Scenes Along the Highway and Then the Highway Itself
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There are the Scenes Along the Highway and then the Highway Itself by Robert Carlson [ Lens4anEye ] Some highways are suited to 70 and 80 mph speeds without much fuss or bother. They are straight and flat with few other travelers nearby. One can floor the gas pedal and nearly fly along watching only the road ahead and for anything which might enter your path of travel. Click here for the full Scenes Along the Highway Album. click for larger image The miles are both long and short. Long as in many of them and short as in each one passes in 45 to 50 seconds. The landscape is beautiful even if monotonous. Those mountains in the distance don’t change much from one hour to the next. Your peripheral views remain pretty much the same too. click for larger image Then suddenly there IS something. A sun bleached abode with missing planks. A horse standing in a wire fenced dirt patch. A rusty pickup truck surrounded by bald tires strewn about. You hit the brakes skidding to a stop