HELLISH TRAFFIC
the other day, trying to get home from downtown. The police came roaring in and blockaded the road to town, because of a convoy of gigantic equipment trucks coming through. I was one of the unlucky dozens caught between the two avenues of escape. I started to fume, then realized how lucky I was...
I'm in an air-conditioned car, sitting on a soft cushiony seat, with a radio and CD player at my fingertips. I also have a cell phone, a bottle of water and a pack of gum in my bag. And then the piece de resistance...I happen to have my camera with me as well. Having the camera made it all better, somehow, as it often does. I guess I am self-medicating with digital images, but who am I hurting?