There's a tree on Interstate 40 just west of Raleigh that is considerably higher than the others. The top of it pokes maybe 30 feet out of the rest of the forest like an overripe teenager, just next to the east-bound lanes. I notice it almost every time I approach it, but, as I get closer, I am a victim of angles and it disappears. Sometimes I wonder if anyone else sees the gangly, symmetrical tree, or if I am the only one who appreciates its dissimilarity.
Well, today, I found out it isn't a tree at all, but a radio tower dressed like a tree. Just to be sure, I found my way to its metal base, and stared up at it in disappointment, feeling foolish. I've been tricked.
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People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 Killer Boob. My childhood (and current!) friend Sarah talks about her experience with breast cancer on her well written and charming blog. She's an American living in Belgium and happens to be one of the best people I know. — 12.19.07 |
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