Hell Hath No Fury Like a Photo Friday…on Friday!
The road to Nahant…it beckons you with seething hate…and handfuls of candy. Do you go?
Hell yes! That’s a Watchamacallit!
Shot from the car, ladies and gentlemen. The kind of road trip tomfoolery I have come to both loathe and desire, the quintessential highspeed passage of both space and time in image form. We’re barreling ass down the roadway, heading into Nahant on the only road that leads there. Yes, my friends, there is only one way in and only one way out.
Beware.
Don’t be afraid, it’s just me immediately after that high speed shot was taken. I do love me some chronological order.
This is the lovely interior of Gina’s Ford Focus. She is going to be selling it soon when she buys a Beamer with her crockshits loot of cash. I plan to keep my van, for it is a DVD player on wheels. What more do I need? A Watchamacallit.
That is correct.
I have a few shots from this little excursion that I am tempted to keep for the other blog, but why not just share the wealth as WELL as the goofballery, I ask you. Am I such a snob that I feel I must segregate my photography?
Never!
Alright, I tried. It just didn’t happen. Something inside screamed, “Keep the jackassery pure, goddammit!” And the voice said ‘goddammit’ in what I have come to think of as a Virginian accent. Sounds more like, ‘gdemmet.’
Yeah, that’s what it said and I am obeying, which is highly bizarre, for me especially. Anyway, this is the chapel in the middle of a random cemetary in Nahant. Gina decided she’d be happily buried there upon her death. I personally would rather be cremated. Something about being put in the ground just bothers me. And my mother once put it beautifully, “I would rather help someones garden grow than to take up space in death that someone living should be enjoying.” Well said, Mom. Well said.
Plus, the idea of being buried just bothers me.
So, when I finally succumb to boredom at the age of 143 and decide to bid adieu to this mortal coil, set me alight and dance around the flames, thank you.
And below, please find the revisit to the drive by travel shot.
I know, it’s disgusting the quality control on this blog. I’ll post practically anything.
F U, the sky is gorgeous!
“Here you go with the sky again, Caitlin.”
“What? Like you never get sky friendly. You think you’re better than me? Tell that to my fist!”
Whoa…when did I get so angry?
Probably right around…
I swore upon setting eyes on this stone behemoth that I would mount it like a mechanical bull. What deterred me, you ask?
A fucking fence.
Aah, to be held at bay from my goals in life by naysaying parks officials. I grow weary of their interference. Much like that time with the water tower, or that time with the abandoned insane asylum, or that time with the grand canyon! I just wanted to throw a rock…from the very edge…with no shoes on. What’s the big effin deal?
Seriously.
I will have my way, Mr. Park Ranger. Think this not over. It’s never over!
….*crickets as everyone stares at Crazy Caitlin, screaming into the night air*….
Anyway, happy Friday everyone.
Ha… fences never deterred me… neither has boarded up buildings… nor ex-National Geographic Paper Mills that were in the process of being cleaned up due to contaminants in the ground… perhaps that one should have been avoided… ;p
ROAD TRIP! Kinda. Sorta. And what you needed was some to give you a leg-up to get over the fence. Dunno if I could get you back over, tho.