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Moving to the outskirts of London...
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2 short dreams during my nap today.
First: I'm living in some small town - hiking down to the railroad tracks to (???) - hitch a ride on a freight train, only mean to ride it a few blocks up, (it curves through the valley, a smallish town...). On the train, passing generic familiar landmarks - Wal-Mart, A&W, etc, when it's time to get off and the train speeds up, I get onto some platform which moves away from the train, but is keeping it's speed, so I can see the train racing along, but I'm racing along with it...
...finally, around some curves, through snow, it slows down and I can get off, walk back through town to the dumpster beside A&W where I cached some supplies, for all the speed and momentum it seems I haven't come as far as I thought, it's not that far a walk back...
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Moving to London with Ar*****
...and I've moved back to London with Ar*****, small, poverty filled apartment in some small town just past the outskirts, fridge with a few opened packs of food in it still, a dried up green pepper, one room with rich carpet floor, Ar***** is showing me where she got a job, there's some factories or buildings blocking the view but if I walk a bit South the old nuclear plant comes into view, walking North past the edge of the building and another Nuclear plant come within view, the perspective is all wrong in this dream, the building we're walking past is a ways away...walking further North (she's going to point out where she got a job) and I start to see the outskirts of the city, old buildings, an old church, with domes and spires, etc, it's the first bit of old European history and I'm overcome with emotion, everything since I've been here last has changed, the people, they've disappeared, these landmarks are all that remain...
...she's no patience for my blubbering and introspections, disappears from the dream, now I'm faced with the prospects of reassembling my life, need to pay bills, for the daughter's flight over at Christmas, for the summer, always living on these slim margins...
On the Titanic...
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I knew this dream was going to end badly...I'm on the Titanic, the ship lit up like a brilliant constellation, sailing through a cold, dark sea, it's warm and cozy, when we hit an iceberg...
There's the crunching of steel, deep mournful noises throughout the ship, and I'm not too much longer on it, but become a point of view moving across the waves, watching the lifeboats disembark, the ship slowly capsizing, wondering about the people trapped beneath the decks, those who've fallen into the water sink slowly through the sea, their bodies dissolving, until only their clothes come to rest on the sea bottom...
...and those inside, I assure myself, the water's cold, no one will last too long there, the hypothermia, the drowning pressure of the water, it's not such an unpleasant death...
...on the waves dance dozens of yellow and purple sprites, the souls of the recently departed, and I find myself moving south-west, someplace tropical, where the water is sure to be warmer.
(Note: I know the Titanic didn't capsize, but its' a dream...)
Milk River
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And, finally, day off (long week, always,) and I summon the reserves to make the trip. A couple of locations in South Eastern Alberta, the drive, long, 5 hours, gravel roads blowing dust throughout the car, but the drive as well is beautiful, and I discover abundant possibilities on the way...
Always.
A black jaguar devouring a dead deer beside the highway.
Herds of Prairie Antelope, pronghorned, they don't wait for photos, herds of deer, they don't need photos, a coyote running through a field, the smell of sage and tumbleweeds bouncing across fields and highway. It's fall, and you can feel it in your soul, the porcelain blue of the sky, the colors, cool warmth of the Sun, I've only a few weekends left, fortunately most will be prospecting closer to home, I'm starting in the margins...
Panorama of the Sweetgrass Hills, only the two eastern ones shown...
And here, all three, but you'll have to squint. Some things are better seen in person...
A prairie coulee...
Snake on the highway, used shovel to scoop it to safety...
Seas of rippling breezy grass...
GMC.
Decrepit Farm...
The images are only an after-effect, the blurred remembrance, a photo safari here, over weeks, years even, the timing of the light, the framing of the photo, the waiting for wildlife, birds, this is a whole different prospecting expedition...
Vintage Postcard
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Vintage postcard, found at thriftshop. Guessing CC.
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