Saturday, July 24, 2010

My Hometown

I am back in Venezuela with my wife which is good. I was going through some photos this evening what I took while in the USA. I came across this photo which is somewhat interesting to me.

...mainly because of where I live now. I find this photo interesting because of the vacancy of the scene. The photo does not capture the sounds, but behind me is the Javalina coffee house where they were having a slam poetry/open mike night, so there was interesting sounds and voices emanating from there. Across the street at Isaac's was karaoke night, so there were people sing off-key in there. The Harley Davidson owner was probably next door to my left in the Buffalo Bar, but I don't know for sure. The VW van belongs to the slam poetry coach. My hometown is an interesting little place. Its always been that way. I liked growing up there and going back is always enjoyable. I miss it.

1 comment:

Gunnar Berg said...

I've noticed that young people tend to run from their hometown. It is a place to get away from. That feeling mellows with time and as retirement approaches it's amazing how many drift back "home", eventually to the cemetery where there forbearers rest, the ultimate home.