admiring the ol' generation

needle scratching the plastic engraving, producing the magical sound of music...
the world of physical memory and no electrical modem...
nothing compared to a broken ipod...

i'm on a boat

earth...

dust...

not a good friend with camera since 1839...

admiring the pioneers

traveled with their feet, thousands of miles of unpaved road...
nothing compared to a broken GPS...

over time...

summer time kills

hitting the road... with my head...

 States to States...

Jolly Road...

On the road...