Sunday, June 02, 2013


"City Traffic", oil,
by Tom Brown

     Our new house is a half-mile or so from Interstate 95, and, strangely enough, I’m taking some pleasure in the sounds of the distant traffic. I love listening to the sound of the surf at the beach, and, in a similar way, I’m starting to appreciate the highway sounds – the soft, far-off hum, the almost purring sounds of people pursuing their lives on the road. Sometimes my wife and I listen to soft background music in the house, and I’m finding there’s a sort of whispered harmony in the sounds of the faint and far-away traffic. I almost doze off listening to it. While birds make melodies in the trees around us, trucks and cars carrying important people and cargo cruise down the interstate like another summer song.     

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