"Tired" (but trying)
My friend, J W Vraets, took a photo of this at Christmas time, in the day, displaying the adorned wreaths and such: The Christmas VW Bus, Vineland, Ontario. This is what it looks like at night currently. Bill described it as "tired" however, I like to think it was making a bit of an effort here (might just be my wishful thinking).
Also, a comp stomp for a comp stomp (somewhat).
Below, in the comments, you will find this narrative that imo suits the image perfectly:
The year? 1971. The outcry? Peace and Love. In my rear seating area I have seen so much of both that I could fill volumes of tomes with the exploits of my former inhabitants, forays as fierce as any Napoleon attack, as calm as the deepest musings of fingernails and our place in the universe. My shell, my being, my reason for existing on this Earth has always been to provide the space, the opportunity, nay, the cosmos for which these concepts to thrive, multiply, evolve, and yes, reproduce, ponder the meaning of life, or just laugh at the thought. The plush accoutrements and heavy springs weren't just meant for off road excursions, as the wonderful lighting wasn't just meant for vision. Sit and wonder till your mind is content, thrust and bounce until the rest of you is, but please, give me a stroke, a moment, a pause in your life to acknowledge my place in your history, that place/time/moment when you were most alive and vivacious and REMEMBER...
- very finely penned by one Mr. Rich Border (and reprinted by permission).
"Tired" (but trying)
My friend, J W Vraets, took a photo of this at Christmas time, in the day, displaying the adorned wreaths and such: The Christmas VW Bus, Vineland, Ontario. This is what it looks like at night currently. Bill described it as "tired" however, I like to think it was making a bit of an effort here (might just be my wishful thinking).
Also, a comp stomp for a comp stomp (somewhat).
Below, in the comments, you will find this narrative that imo suits the image perfectly:
The year? 1971. The outcry? Peace and Love. In my rear seating area I have seen so much of both that I could fill volumes of tomes with the exploits of my former inhabitants, forays as fierce as any Napoleon attack, as calm as the deepest musings of fingernails and our place in the universe. My shell, my being, my reason for existing on this Earth has always been to provide the space, the opportunity, nay, the cosmos for which these concepts to thrive, multiply, evolve, and yes, reproduce, ponder the meaning of life, or just laugh at the thought. The plush accoutrements and heavy springs weren't just meant for off road excursions, as the wonderful lighting wasn't just meant for vision. Sit and wonder till your mind is content, thrust and bounce until the rest of you is, but please, give me a stroke, a moment, a pause in your life to acknowledge my place in your history, that place/time/moment when you were most alive and vivacious and REMEMBER...
- very finely penned by one Mr. Rich Border (and reprinted by permission).