Starry, Starry, Starry
Well we won the pitch for Knockhill Racing Circuit which is great, I’m looking forward to getting into that and we’ve put the BeBooks website up for some awards so we’ll hold our breath, etc, etc. etc.
I’ve been down south visiting the nice people at Abacus (had a lovely chicken pate roll, magic) today and using the power of the International Web I’m posting today on a train using Wi-fi or as the French say, wee-fee. I prefer wee-fee. Lovely french.
I like train stations. I like airports too. I like places where people meet and leave either their lives, their fears, their dreams. I got some nice pics of York station and Knaresborough. I like it when you can see the emotion on people’s faces when the get off the plane and meet or. I also played with my Macro and that was cool, got some nature pics stuff. I liked playing. I have to get my flickr condom machine art group together. It annoys people I go out with. I go to the toilet and take pictures of condom machines. It amazes me.
More on that later…
On the train home someone had scratched WHORE into the back of the train seat. It also had a number that you could call. I suppose if you wanted a whore. I doubt that the person knew that their number was going up on the train. Oddly it looked as if it was put there by girls. I don’t know why I found that odd. But I did.
Sam is cool.
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There are no condom machines in the bathrooms here in the U.S. The U.S. is too prudish for that sort of thing. Except for the entertainment industry, the U.S. (mainly government and various powerful lobby groups) is afraid of sex.
The picture of the train station brings back memories of how great the rail system was during our trip to the U.K. Wish it could be as good here.
~Cindy
Cindy, they really don’t have condom machines in bathrooms where you live? I am agog and agast. They’re even in women’s bathrooms here. With glow in the dark condoms among others. Not joking. Not even a little bit. Maybe because I-95 runs through and there are lots of touristy things.
Yesterday hubby and I celebrated our 35th anniversary. We went to Pelican Point for seafood. The scenery just knocks you out. And I’ve been living here since 1975. You never really take it for granted. One of our local writers says that living here ruined his vacations because no matter where he went, he knew a place back home that was prettier. I agree.
The food was great as well: snow crab legs, blackened mahi mahi, oysters steamed in the shell or fried golden brown, boiled shrimp, fried shrimp, scollops, you name it, it was good. Through the window where we sat you could see the shrimp boat owned by the man who runs Pelican Point, the Bossy Betty. Yes, when you get seafood here…it slept in the river, sound or sea last night. Beyond the boat stretched the Sapelo river, all silvery grey and sparkling with the last rays of the sun. Far away on the other bank you could see Shelman’s Bluff. A great blue heron roosted under the fisherman’s walk and we watched it try to spear fish well after dark. We went home and watched Babel, which was exellent if a tad preachy, then settled in for the night. All in all, I loved it. Some would enjoy a big party for a 35th anniversary. We just wanted to celebrate our love. And so we did.
Love is like moonlight. It is inconstant, forever waxing and waning. Sometimes it is obscured by clouds. We do not need it, like we need the sun. Except in a spiritual context, because our hearts get hungry, too. If you look at a beautiful landscape under moonlight, you realize that moonlight transforms the appearance, unlike the sun. Likewise our hearts under moonlight; we are transformed. That’s love. And that’s all I’ll post here, just so the post ends like our special night.
On trains and stations:
I used to work across the street from Union Station in Washington, DC. I loved going there at lunch when I wasn’t in a hurry to catch the subway, just to watch people come and go. It always made me want to buy a ticket to anywhere the next train was going.
Once, on a train going from france to germany, I shared a cabin a young french soldier who spoke a bit of english, a german girl who was a lingusitics major who spoke german, spanish, english, and some french, a Columbian free spirited girl who spoke a tiny bit of TV american english. I spoke and litttle french and a little german. We were all young and a bit wild and by the time they’d all gotten off at their stops and I was all alone, I’d experienced one of the most memorable evenings of my life. I sure didn’t want to come back to america.
Now really, off to bed. G’night, Ding Dong.
I’m a people watcher too. Fascinating. I can’t remember where, but i swear somewhere in the US in either a mens or womens bathroom i’ve seen condom machines. You may ask what would i be doing in a mens bathroom…. i find them interesting, especially since i’m not supposed to be in there and also if i’m at a club and the line for the ladies room is way long and i’m doing the pee pee dance, my friend Brian will take me into the mens room, cover his eyes at my request and hold the door while i pee quickly. The line for womens bathrooms are always longer because they don’t just pee and wash their hands and leave. No, they have to touch up their make up (i admit, i do this) and if there are more than one of them they will jibber jabber, while some poor lady outsides bladder is about to explode. I’m referring to clubs that have restrooms with only one toilet inside which is really assinine. Anyway, ilove train stations and airports too. It’s such a great feeling when you fly somewhere and you find that person that is waiting for you in a crowd. When you see that in other people, you have an idea of what they may be feeling. I love the different expressions of affection, hugs, kisses, hand shakes, slap on the back, kick in the butt,etc.
You notice the strangest and most interesting things Stewart….
I’m right there with you guys as far as finding enjoyment in watching people at travel hubs. There are times when I’ve been to the airport waiting to pick someone up, and just watching the people getting on the planes and wondering who they are and where they are going, and all of sudden having a desire to just jump on and go!
As far as the condom machines go, yeah, I’ve seen some in the states too. A condom machine art group? I think you may have a hard time finding an art gallery for that one….
Had to come back and add a wee bit more. I was raised on 301 south, a main route to Florida. There was a motel across the road from us and you could sit on my front porch and watch people day and night. Twas very cool.
Found one of those “Little” thingies you wrote of, Stewart. We named our son Donovan, which means “dark warrior”. We just found out his oldest child’s name—Layla—means “dark beauty”. Pretty cool.
Hey steelso, you have inspired me to rejuvenate my photography past-time. You photos are gorgeous - I love the attention to detail you have. Must be a great camera too (or is it all in your skill?)
not much time for commenting (breathing a sigh of relief, eh Stewart? LOL) but wanted to add my “voice” to those who enjoy people watching at train stations and airports. It’s fascinating. Had to post about it myself once…put it on my site years ago.
Hope your day is a good one Stewart! Thanks for reminding us to look closer at the world around us. : )
Nope, they do not have condom machines anywhere around here. I live in No. California. Never, ever seen one in a public restroom anywhere I’ve travelled in the U.S. either. But then again, I rarely use trains or buses - maybe that’s where you find them…I don’t know. I’ve been in quite a lot of airports - no condom machines there either. So…….enlighten me - where are they?
I’ve seen them in the States (lived in WV, NE, FL, TX, MS, OK, KS, ND) plenty of times but can’t remember exactly where now. Gas station restrooms? Rest areas?
I’ve been away too long…and the ol’ brain just doesn’t work like it used to…LOL
Interesting conversation I started here…
Sorry, Stewart……
My husband said last night he’s seen them at gas station restrooms. I never have, but maybe it is because they aren’t as prevalent in women’s rooms, and I never use gas station restrooms. They don’t have them at any rest stops in California that I have seen (in the women’s rooms anyway). I have never seen them at airports (the ones I have been to). So, I guess I have to eat my words…they apparently do exist in the U.S. It is nice to know you are never too old to learn something, eh?
We once spotted condoms in a vending machine of a lobby in a Mississipi motel. We wondered exactly what kind of motel this was. hee
Girls can be very catty. I don’t doubt for a minute it wasn’t a girl that scratched the word WHORE and a phone number into the seat. It was probably done out of jealousy.
Hi Stewart!
Love your photos, as always.
Your sons are beautiful. I don’t know why, but the photos of them in their school uniforms made me weepy. They are just such beautiful lads.
Looks like you all had a fun time at Disney World as well. You are a most cool dad!
It does sound as if you’d better quit leaving stuff about, you are pushing your luck I think!
I’ve also seen condom machines in ladies bathrooms.
I love people watching as well and I love the older train stations. The architecture is usually wonderful! I took photos of Central Station in Glasgow and Wellsley (I think it was) in Edinburgh. In the one in Edinburgh, we ate in a Burger King (I know, losers) and the decor was “Route 66″. It was rather a strange feeling as our home, Lincoln, Illinois, is on old Route 66.