Fire Hose
Strange that this picture is a "what makes me, me!" But it surely is.
I have lived either in the San Francisco Bay Area or in Ventura, CA since 1982. Many, many family members live/have lived in Ventura County or the Bay Area, as well, for generations.
There are 365 miles between SF and Ventura, so a travel option is to drive on US Highway 101. I have basically worn a groove on that route -- perhaps I've taken in 200-ish times [?] since I was a kid.
When I travel with a family member or good friend, the ritual is to stop to eat at Keefer's (which is now Margie's Diner, but will always be Keefer's) in King City, halfway between VTA and SF. When I'm on my own, I have my own routine:
Take the Canal St. exit in King City, get gas at the 76 next to Keefer's Inn, then go to the Von's on the other side of the freeway, pick up snacks, then to the coffee shop for a double soy latte.
The current coffee shop name is the Fire House. This is a picture of a fire hose they have as decoration in the shop.
This trip, I really tried to take pictures of some of the more interesting landmarks on 101, but I have a tendency to get White Line Fever and am unable to break stride (that is, slow down).
This route is one of the things that solidify my identity as a Californian. It can be a beautiful or boring or hair-raising ride. I have had more adventures on this route that I can count. I see cows and sheep and kitsch and farms and too many CHP in the rear-view mirror. I smell the garlic in Gilroy and ogle the deep pink Madonna Inn. Road games have been played obsessively while the miles roll by. I recall snippets of the thousands of conversations with my mother, my family, my friends, my boyfriends -- even strangers I've found on craigslist rideshare.
Someday I will slow down and I'll take photos of the Gonzales water tower; the Madonna Inn at Christmastime; the Black Oak trees in spring; the giant painted portraits of farmers mounted in the field; the ghost-like Santa Claus lane; the old barns and cars and side-of-the-road weirdness; and me -- while I put the pedal to the medal.
foto/photo project. theme: ME-ME
Fire Hose
Strange that this picture is a "what makes me, me!" But it surely is.
I have lived either in the San Francisco Bay Area or in Ventura, CA since 1982. Many, many family members live/have lived in Ventura County or the Bay Area, as well, for generations.
There are 365 miles between SF and Ventura, so a travel option is to drive on US Highway 101. I have basically worn a groove on that route -- perhaps I've taken in 200-ish times [?] since I was a kid.
When I travel with a family member or good friend, the ritual is to stop to eat at Keefer's (which is now Margie's Diner, but will always be Keefer's) in King City, halfway between VTA and SF. When I'm on my own, I have my own routine:
Take the Canal St. exit in King City, get gas at the 76 next to Keefer's Inn, then go to the Von's on the other side of the freeway, pick up snacks, then to the coffee shop for a double soy latte.
The current coffee shop name is the Fire House. This is a picture of a fire hose they have as decoration in the shop.
This trip, I really tried to take pictures of some of the more interesting landmarks on 101, but I have a tendency to get White Line Fever and am unable to break stride (that is, slow down).
This route is one of the things that solidify my identity as a Californian. It can be a beautiful or boring or hair-raising ride. I have had more adventures on this route that I can count. I see cows and sheep and kitsch and farms and too many CHP in the rear-view mirror. I smell the garlic in Gilroy and ogle the deep pink Madonna Inn. Road games have been played obsessively while the miles roll by. I recall snippets of the thousands of conversations with my mother, my family, my friends, my boyfriends -- even strangers I've found on craigslist rideshare.
Someday I will slow down and I'll take photos of the Gonzales water tower; the Madonna Inn at Christmastime; the Black Oak trees in spring; the giant painted portraits of farmers mounted in the field; the ghost-like Santa Claus lane; the old barns and cars and side-of-the-road weirdness; and me -- while I put the pedal to the medal.
foto/photo project. theme: ME-ME