Nowhere Montana - for renecyberdoc by brewgirlca
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Happy Birthday Renecyberdoc. From one survivor to another.
NOWHERE MONTANA
I remember this morning in Montana. We were on a road trip. As was our bent in those days we would drive until we were too wasted to go on and then throw up our tents in a ditch or clearing on a side road to the highway we were travelling on. We were never too proud to just sleep on the ground, in a Ponderosa pine covered woodland, a farmer's field, heck sometimes even in a gravel pit! We travelled light and lithe in those days. My body was not yet so fractured from so many bad bike crashes and falling off one too many cliff faces. My body was still pretty whole; although sometimes trips like this didn't help any.
The next morning, we would get up, often with splitting headaches from hangovers earned from drinking too much cheap Coors with the cowboys in some small town honky-tonk club. With no campgrounds, let alone hotels, to be found at 2:00 AM we slept were we could. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere Montana.
There is that distinct sticky sound when cars zoom by on an asphalt highway still fresh and wet from a recent light rain or drizzle. Do you know it? We hadn't noticed the rain that night, but in the morning I woke to see the drops of moisture clinging to the roof of my tent. I could smell the sweet stench of wet earth. And I could hear that buzzing whir as the tires grabbed onto the rain soaked road. They sucked up the moisture and then quickly spit it out again into the air hugging the highway. The resulting mist glowed in the weak light of the cold morning air. Can you see it too?
Somehow I had enough sense to grab my camera, step out of my tent and capture that blue morning moment. Then we quickly packed up our gear and we were gone; desperately looking for a coffee, somewhere in the middle of nowhere Montana.
Comments (37)
vaggabondd
great depth, I love the blue to, nice shot my friend :)
renecyberdoc
first i am sorry for beeing late but i was stuck in a ton of freebie-downloads for the genesis figure it was like a frenzy hehehehehe. well i was born in a very small country +-82 km long and +-56 kilometers large,when a car left the west side we could hear it on the eastside lol. never been a biker,hell i never drove a bike or a car and i never made a driving licence-but i was lucky to live always fairly nearby my work or be able to reach it by bus or train. luxembourg has a very fine infrastructure. this brings back sweet memories when i was young and we went to the disco in one of the surrounding cities. in these times it was ok to go by hitch hiking,not so many perverts on the roads than in todays time.nothing real bad happened to us friends. thank you very much Roxy -means a lot to me.
Bothellite
Magic words! You poet. Awesome. I have a new understanding of what you is. How about that thumbnail I sent you? Can I?
JaneEden
Wonderful and beautiful photo Roxie here for Rene, and it was lovely to read your reminiscing intro, thanks for sharing. hugs Jane xx
Maxthon
I like this very much!
Chipka
There is so much to say about this shot. It works perfectly on so many levels, but I have to say that the overall feel of it recalls the opening of my favorite schlock exploitation film. The...um...classic...um...art piece: Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill! by Russ Meyer. The opening features a trio of bad girls doing the bad girl thing. They're driving sports cars, really fast and laughing for no apparent reason...you know...the sorts of things you did in 1960s exploitation films featuring cleavage as a major plot point. And then, this shot veers away from that...as I didn't see any gratuitous cleavage anywhere in this image. This has a wonderful, haunting vibe to it...not necessarily a hollowness or anything like that, but a kind of sustained guitar twang...the kind that makes a really lonely sound. I love the fact that this image captures that, especially since what I'm thinking of is more of a sound than an image. This is gorgeous and so deliciously moody and it's a perfect dedication. Wonderful work. I have a lot of catching up to do but this is a great place to start. Oh, and I love your written description. It's so evocative, and I can relate to most of the experience, though I never had such an experience in a place like Montana...it was more like in a forest full of friends saying things in their native language and sometimes being too drunk to translate.
dragonmuse
Beautifully done. You have a talent with photography and postwork :)