Fade Away

"Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels. Only when the clock stops does time come to life. "

- William Faulkner.. The Sound and the Fury -

In the shadows, often unnoticed and just out of sight, are the remnants of time... of dreams lived and lost. The fading memories and stories never told... waiting for the clock to stop.

King of the Road

Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.

Photos taken in Athens, Georgia - 1987

Atmosphere

Summer in the south is dark, murky waters and dancing sunlight. The afternoon air heavy with humidity that energizes the storms building in the distance... bringing with them revitalizing rains and refreshing breezes.
It is the smell of cut grass in the morning, the heat of the mid-day sun on the back of your neck, and the sound of cicadas at night.


Summer in the south is atmosphere... and it is as fleeting as a river, rushing past in a hurry to get to the sea.

Sitting Still

, originally uploaded by shiphome.

Even as the days are long, the years are short. Time is perpetual motion all around us.. we ground ourselves in memories and reach out to dreams. And at times, we are simply sitting still.

Along the Way

The essence of the open road is a mystique... of places unseen and a journey that is never finished. It is a line on a map that unfolds in front your eyes as a new reality... as memories in real time. That is the call of what is over the horizon or around the next curve.

And sometimes we find answers at the stops along the way.