Every morning and afternoon, I walk around the streets and avenues of my neighborhood. If there's no rain, then I take my ever-sun-loving Cherriers, Tilly and Tango. My phone camera is usually ready as I search out my the next close-up shot to share on Instagram--Come visit me! Poop bag in hand, two 10-pounders pulling on the leash, glasses to contend with...but somehow out of a bunch of blurry pictures, I manage to get a decent one.
We had some road construction/pipe fixing thing going on, and the finishing touch was filling the cut marks in the asphalt with black tar, and as the pictures show, it's turned into my latest fascination. On rainy days, the droplets sit poised on top. On sunny ones, the tar is shiny and reflects the light. Then there are the tread marks and thick, gloppy drips, which create great textures.
Now with spring break looming, a bit of wanderlust calls. I feel a road trip coming on...
The Road has Legs
Rain Drops on Road Tar
Time to see the details. A time for reflections.
Yin and Yang
It's dark and light, good and bad.
It's balance...or maybe it's just a blob.
Roadkill
It's that crazy tar on the road, reflecting the sun.
I nearly got ran over by the school bus.
Passenger
Ready for a road trip. Whoot!
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"Remember that happiness is a way of travel, not a destination." ~ Roy M. Goodman
Riding with the Hides of Hell has a new title: Burnout!
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