🎆Happy Go Forth🎆

"Slinging gravel in parking lots and looking tough on the hood

A girl as plain as a primer coat leaves nothing misunderstood"

(Drive-By Truckers, Primer Coat)

 

"Too much has been forgotten in the name of memory."

(Don DeLillo, Americana)

 

Ode to the US of Us All

(with true love, and a raised eyebrow)

 

America, you strange and shiny jukebox,

spinning jazz at midnight and sitcoms at dawn.

You gave us Chaplin’s wobble and Bugs Bunny’s sass,

a thousand cowboys riding into sunsets that never asked why.

 

You are jukebox prophets and rock 'n' roll saints,

blue jeans and B-movies,

a land where even heartbreak comes with a soundtrack.

 

We know your myths —

the rebel with a cause, the dream just out of reach,

the diner where everyone’s welcome but only for a scene.

You sell nostalgia like soda pop, and somehow, we buy it every time.

 

You gave the world P.T. Barnum’s glittering hustle,

Buffalo Bill’s choreographed wild,

and taught us that sometimes, the show is the story —

and the story’s too good to fact-check.

 

You are brash, loud, overexposed —

and yet, impossibly alive.

In your chaos, you made room for soul and punk,

for Mickey Mouse and Miles Davis,

for slapstick and protest,

for fantasy and truth, sometimes in the same frame.

 

And so, we watch. We hum along.

Loving you not because you’re perfect —

but because somehow, through all the static and sequins,

you remind us how to dream louder.

 

(A collage by Hubert Crackanthorpe)

 

 

Location: Cherishville - Summer

 

Colors, Hues & Tones: Drive-By Truckers

- Primer Coat

 

Read all about my photo contest, win some bucks, retire to that cabin in the woods and write your Great American Novel.

 

Done