On the road again
Jan. 9th, 2025 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoTyping this on an Amtrak headed towards Montreal. The views grow white as the fallen snow retains shape in the colder climes past Albany where the ground retains the dun vigor of late autumn.
I'm constantly checking work even though I don't need to. I think I'm just stick in a perpetual work mode not helped by tue fact that there's still so. Much. Work.
We spent the night in NYC at least. A nice Marriott adjacent to the train station.
Long exposure shots at night with a fisheye lens and dinner at an overpriced diner that managed to outlive so many other restaurants. I mentioned to Michelle how I often associated 8th avenue hells kitchen with some of the cheaper places to eat and now it's mostly expensive hole in the walls. To the victor goes the spoils, though a victor of what I have no idea anymore. At least the Tick Tock's food was still decent for what I ordered. While through the window I reflected on how most of the vehicles I saw along the way were either cabs or very expensive cars (including at least one stainless steel four wheeled dumpster).
12am sleep, 6:30 wakeup, a few shots of the sunrise and then two heavy bags to each of us, one for each of our two dimensions. Lenses, heavy clothes, and the hopes of visiting a new land: these were the things we carried.
Going to Canada meant some precheck and Michelle had read ahead enough to know the process. She remains awesome.
I'm still tired but I have trouble sleeping so I cradle the camera as I type this. The Rat remains snug in the backseat cradle staring at me while the bags lie above the overhead bunk. The day is bright while my face feels blank. The snacks in my pack remain uneaten because my stomach is full of apathy.
As if noticing the flaw in the armor, the workload is expanded exponentially while I'm away. Messages sent to others let them know that I will be on standby if need be. Is this anxiousness that I am feeling? Perhaps.
My battery is charging as I type this and once it fills I will return to feeding on what I can see through one dirty window. I look forward to returning with an update and a mind much less obsessed with this lyrical waxing.
I'm constantly checking work even though I don't need to. I think I'm just stick in a perpetual work mode not helped by tue fact that there's still so. Much. Work.
We spent the night in NYC at least. A nice Marriott adjacent to the train station.
Long exposure shots at night with a fisheye lens and dinner at an overpriced diner that managed to outlive so many other restaurants. I mentioned to Michelle how I often associated 8th avenue hells kitchen with some of the cheaper places to eat and now it's mostly expensive hole in the walls. To the victor goes the spoils, though a victor of what I have no idea anymore. At least the Tick Tock's food was still decent for what I ordered. While through the window I reflected on how most of the vehicles I saw along the way were either cabs or very expensive cars (including at least one stainless steel four wheeled dumpster).
12am sleep, 6:30 wakeup, a few shots of the sunrise and then two heavy bags to each of us, one for each of our two dimensions. Lenses, heavy clothes, and the hopes of visiting a new land: these were the things we carried.
Going to Canada meant some precheck and Michelle had read ahead enough to know the process. She remains awesome.
I'm still tired but I have trouble sleeping so I cradle the camera as I type this. The Rat remains snug in the backseat cradle staring at me while the bags lie above the overhead bunk. The day is bright while my face feels blank. The snacks in my pack remain uneaten because my stomach is full of apathy.
As if noticing the flaw in the armor, the workload is expanded exponentially while I'm away. Messages sent to others let them know that I will be on standby if need be. Is this anxiousness that I am feeling? Perhaps.
My battery is charging as I type this and once it fills I will return to feeding on what I can see through one dirty window. I look forward to returning with an update and a mind much less obsessed with this lyrical waxing.
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