love1st:

This past spring I had the pleasure of driving across the country from Seattle, WA to Kalamazoo, MI with three close friends.  This is a very small sample of what we did and saw along the way. Music: Keep the Car Running by Arcade Fire  

I never posted in-depth about my road trip because I have not been able to describe it in words. What Paul did in this video is show what I’ve been struggling to articulate for a few months now. 

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The changing light                 at San Francisco       is none of your East Coast light                none of your                            pearly light of ParisThe light of San Francisco                        is a sea light                                       an island lightAnd the light of fog                   blanketing the hills          drifting in at night                      through the Golden Gate                                       to lie on the city at dawnAnd then the halcyon late mornings       after the fog burns off            and the sun paints white houses                                    with the sea light of Greece                 with sharp clean shadows                        making the town look like                                it had just been paintedBut the wind comes up at four o’clock                                     sweeping the hillsAnd then the veil of light of early eveningAnd then another scrim                  when the new night fog                                        floats inAnd in that vale of light                      the city drifts                                    anchorless upon the ocean 

The Changing Light, Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The changing light
                 at San Francisco
       is none of your East Coast light
                none of your
                            pearly light of Paris
The light of San Francisco
                        is a sea light
                                       an island light
And the light of fog
                   blanketing the hills
          drifting in at night
                      through the Golden Gate
                                       to lie on the city at dawn
And then the halcyon late mornings
       after the fog burns off
            and the sun paints white houses
                                    with the sea light of Greece
                 with sharp clean shadows 
                       making the town look like
                                it had just been painted

But the wind comes up at four o’clock
                                     sweeping the hills

And then the veil of light of early evening

And then another scrim
                  when the new night fog
                                        floats in
And in that vale of light
                      the city drifts
                                    anchorless upon the ocean 

The Changing Light, Lawrence Ferlinghetti