Javier Reyes caught this Advanced Design-era Chevy in Miami. AL has a thing for these trucks. See this post. And this one. Drove from Banff to the Big Bend one winter in Toby Clark's 1952 Chevrolet ex-grain truck, pulling a trailer with six canoes.
Trucks, cars, highways, landscape, good writing. "You cannot travel on the path, before you have become the Path itself."
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Miami Advanced Design
Javier Reyes caught this Advanced Design-era Chevy in Miami. AL has a thing for these trucks. See this post. And this one. Drove from Banff to the Big Bend one winter in Toby Clark's 1952 Chevrolet ex-grain truck, pulling a trailer with six canoes.
34 Ford Convertible Roadster (For Sale)
Always something, on the early morning drive to class here in Colorado Springs. Love the September light. High, dry climate= lots of old iron. Don't know how old this is, of course: there are a bunch of outfits manufacturing roadster bodies. But I like the cleanness of this car, the fenders and, of course, the nifty orange wheels. It had a very small For Sale sign up. It was parked at the K&S Automotive shop here in COS, so they might know something about it: 719-633-2895.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Don McKay: SONGS FOR THE SONGS OF BIRDS
“A Barbed Wire Fence Meditates Upon the Goldfinch”
More than the shortest distance
between points, we are
the Stradivarius of work.
We make the meadow meadow, make it
mean, make it yours, but till the last
insurance policy is cashed in we will
never be immune to this
exquisite cruelty:
that the knots in all our posts remember limbs
they nested and were busy in and danced per-
chic-o-ree their loops between,
that the fury of their playfulness persists
in amputated roots.
Remember us
next time the little yellow bastards lilt
across your windshield. No one
no one is above the law.
-Don McKay from his audiobook, Songs for the Songs of Birds
thanks to Kate Northrop for suggesting this poem for AL.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
1948 International Redux
I first saw and posted this truck last fall but it is such a wonderful machine I couldn't resist shooting more.
Postscript--Seamus Heaney
(This post, which includes a poem ("Postscript") by Seamus Heaney, ran originally on August 2, 2013. Heaney died in Dublin on August 30. Check the New York Review for a series of NYRB pieces on the poet, published over the years. The only time I met Heaney was--lucky for me--in his hometown of Derry, in 1992, when he and Ted Hughes together gave a reading at the medieval guild hall. What a privilege to hear the man in that setting.)
Photo courtesy of Paul Lynch's iPhone, in West Clare. Lynch's debut novel Red Sky In Morning comes out in the US in November.
And speaking of Co. Clare:
Postscript
Into County Clare, along the
Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the
wind
And the light are working off each
other
So that the ocean on one side is
wild
With foam and glitter, and inland
among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake
is lit
By the earthed lightning of a
flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and
ruffling, white on white,
Their fully grown
headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy
underwater.
Useless to think you'll park and
capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither
here nor there,
A hurry through which known and
strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the
car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and
blow it open.
---Seamus
Heaney
Citroën HY, Le Havre
Isabelle Chapman found this Citroën HY in Le Havre.
"In French, it is called a "Tube". This one has been revamped by a vegetable & flower producer.
Photos by Alain."--IC
We saw a herd of these last year in Amsterdam. And investigated the American version of the step-van in Colorado.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
Wurlitzer Chevy 1941-46
Known as Wurlitzers because those were the only machines that flashed as much chrome up front. I thought it was one of these trucks that Sonny is firing up in the opening sequence of The Last Picture Show but it was actually a Chevy of the preceding generation, maybe a '38. Still an astounding movie, though.
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