My baby just realized there was big smoke and fire behind.
Prayers for all the firefighters and residents.
My baby just realized there was big smoke and fire behind.
Prayers for all the firefighters and residents.
I am a tumbleweed
Humble beginnings I have
Started out small
But now, look at me become bigger, especially when I roll.
Rely on Father Wind we all
Always there to catch us, too, when we fall
Been high and seen waving flags and old bones
Even crossed the highway with the rolling stones.
We are just a quiet bunch
Been called names
Thinking all was just a hunch
Some say best to avoid us,
For a limb we could maim.
Known more to cause scrapes and pricks
Which I think what keep us stick
And so I don’t blame him when we’ve been found
Then get thrown out bin bound.
Staring blankly ahead with both hands on wheel
Taylor Swift’s ‘All Too Well’ playing,
Thought I heard John Mayer’s guitar in the song’s beginning?
Wait; did this truck just got in my lane and did a steal?
Right side full, left side too fast
Ahead I wanted to fly past
Difficult for my ‘debutante’ car to do a swish
So I guess I wait for the right moment and decide not to go noirish
Then, truck in front of me just changed lanes and went back to its rightful place.
Hoping to go from zero to sixty,
Nah, the black Beemer who’s got its eyes fixed on the space,
Much to my chagrin
Can’t do any tantrum throwing especially I missed today’s tiffin
So therein, all I could do is shake my noggin.
*Something I’ve written sometime in March last year and completely forgotten in my draft folder.*
The second you get into this lane
Seatbelt on, make sure it’s secure
Because this ride’s gonna make you insane
And it’s highly addictive, there is no cure.
Changing lanes is not an option
Just speed up to get car in front’s attention
Up to this? You ask your tyres
It’s time for the Diaries of the Bumpyres
They’ll eat you
Squeeze you dry
Til you give up and wonder why you had no clue
Drive you off the road
Yes they do dare will try.
So if I were you
Driving up and down the Cajon Pass
Make sure you’re up to date, “in” the lane
For there is no saying when they strike
Always be vigilant, always be on the lookout for these speeding, crazy Bumpyres.
It was a particularly windy day in my commute down the Cajon Pass this morning.
And as I was driving down the mountain along with the trucks swaying side to side, I clutched my steering wheel tight.
Thoughts of my car wandered in -gotten its brake discs, bearings, bushings and cheneyings (You know — ABCs of car maintenance) just replaced by my car chief aka hubby this recent weekend,
This song by the UB40 feat Chrissie Hynde plays loudly as if talking to me….
“And when I get scared, you’re always around so let them say your hair’s too long”
“How’d you know I’ve been thinking of cutting my hair short?”
Wind bullies me again to the side.
“But I don’t care, with you I can’t go wrong.”
And I held on to the wheel tighter.
“Then put your little hand in mine
There ain’t no hill or mountain we can’t climb.
Babe, I got you babe, I got you babe. “
Driving without a gauge or in automotive lingo – an electronic instrument cluster,
Surely I must’ve told you that I gathered all the courage I could muster,
Trundling along the truck-lined lane,
Thankful I made it home,
Saved face from embarrassment on having to call Triple A.
Every car that came up behind it as we go down Cajon Pass
Had changed lanes as predicted.
As all four cars changed lanes at the same time,
Heard the screech of another car’s tires
Witnessed it release smoke
As it went fishtailing millimeters away from what could have been a disastrous accident.
Though the gauges in my car are still on the blink,
My senses tell me to slow down
And give you space to further avoid all that,
Leaving you — and me — another day to live.
Once upon a time
There lived a little girl
In a land where the red sun rises
That sends everyone fleeing
Come out drenched in water
And all will soon be alright…
*Photo of me soaked after getting caught in the torrential rain – forgetting my umbrella– after getting off the Metrolink Rancho Cucamonga station to my car last Monday.
Nature knows no boundaries.
Our prayers have been answered!
If this continues on, we are definitely heading in the right direction! (In regards to CA drought)
Speaking of direction, yesterday, heading out for work, this was my first view:
Maybe a jam-free traffic flow as well?
At least, that’s what the sign says so this morning.
There has been some bad days and a lot of good days.
But I think the most affected ones, from my observations, are the commuters in the evening going 15 southbound (at night I go northbound).
Everytime, from the 138 scales up to the entrance at the Summit, that bit is jammed. That time is around 7:40pm.
Past rush hour.
Six weeks more everyone.
Drive safe and smart.
Hang in there.
There I was driving 75mph on my lane minding my own business.
All lanes wide open before me.
A centimeter apart you drive into mine! Off all the available lanes!
Don’t you think that is dangerous? Not to mention made me cranky?
Though my transpo may not go beyond 80mph, I pray my lane doesn’t suddenly stop as I overtake you and hiss away.
I’m officially back!
Over the weekend, heard news of another fire at the Cajon Pass.
Nothing beats a warmer welcome back than that.
On my way to the Metrolink Rancho Cucamonga station this morning, more ‘incidents’ greeted me.
A squadron of police cars and a town full of cars!
Yes, it’s nice to be back home.
Thought I could go unnoticed,
Without anybody knowing I’d gone
Had a couple of posts in WordPress scheduled,
To hide my whereabouts.
But something came up just as I’d feared –
A brush fire in Cajon Pass newsflashed,
Alerts erupting on my iPhone,
Headlines on Twitter displaying away.
Walking down the cobbled streets of Cornwall,
Feeling distressed at the news while, at the same time,
Feeling happy at the blessing that I was away,
But if I were there stuck in the Cajon Pass,
Don’t know what I would’ve done…
*Thank God for the rain!*
Watching these creatures in their miniature motors seem a favorite pasttime.
Busily building, noisily patching things up with their so-called ‘Road Zipper’.
Looking down, sensing their frustration as a big line forming,
While I happily puff out smoke.
I’ve had it with traffic.
I’m sick of delays.
Always a tummy of knots,
Will I make it to work on time today?
Will I get home tonight at a decent hour?
So, I decided to strip myself off of all my anxities,
And put meself on display.
(Decided to ‘posterize’ the original photo for general audience.)
Original photo here.
As I have witnessed yesterday the agony of waiting among the long line of cars, I crept through traffic at the time.
Left work early so I can enjoy my child’s performance in school – sadly, time allotted was not enough.
All had left.
Lights were turned off.
Parking lot’s almost empty.
Gone out the car with water stinging my eyes.
Hair lashing my hot face.
My child inside my hubby’s car waiting for me.
While we were all geting emotional, my ever-comical toddler ‘broke’ the moment by shouting, “Pee!”
Rushed back to the school’s bathroom.
Afterwards, greeted by few remaining school staff, one I recognized as the principal, we stopped by to chat. His teacher, whom I only realized later on after, was all praises for my child, particularly for filling in for one who didn’t make the event.
With the principal citing the promising future of my child with a phenomenal imagination, intensified by the teacher’s efforts by lending books above grade;
That small, maybe insignificant, moment for the teachers, is enough to make me mewl.
But enough mewling!
Today is not for the soft-heart.
Brave the freeways tonight.
Pack your COOLers (get it?).
Make your favorite playlist extra long.
Pack your blues, jazz, rock ‘n roll, or whatever gets you going.
Hoard good vibes all day.
Double up on those party socks and let’s get this party on the road!
**My butler teased me this morning that I look like a CHP officer with my slacks and tall boots on.
Who is George Brich?
I will tell you in a minute but first allow me to tell you first the story of how I met him.
A co-worker and I were having lunch out, we decided (last minute) to go to the library as it was the last day, I think, of National Library Week.
Nearest one from work is the Los Angeles Public Library.
Haven’t been there in ages! With only few minutes left from our lunch, I took some quick pictures, had a quick tour and took home some pamphlets from the library.
Confession: I have no idea who he is.
I just thought I should do something enriching besides my driving back and forth that seem to have overtaken my life.
Something to boost my outlook.
The Valley Times says about the event,
The former Valley Times staff photographer will discuss his work exploring the intrigue of automobiles and their placement as objects of art in our environment.
Curious, “Hmmm…. Ok, I’ll go.”
A week later….
Around twenty minutes past 12, it has just started….
In this series my photography explores the connection between the car and the natural and man-made landscape.
My long experience as a photojournalist documenting the major news events of the day along with the famous, the infamous and the just plain fabric of society has given me the visual fuel and social awareness today to observe the unobserved in life.
My current work embraces color more than ever before.
As Charles Baudelaire stated, “color thinks by itself, independently of the object it clothes”.
I appreciate the encounter of an everyday scene where I sense beauty revealed through these formal elements of structure and substance.
When all this comes together…then I photograph it.
Who is George Brich?, click here.
This is George Brich.
Not bad, eh?
It’s in the plain, simple, ordinary, everyday pieces
his pictures stand out.
And I like it.
If you’d like to see more of George Brich’s CarScapes collection, click here.
At the end of the lecture, I felt empowered. Inspired even.
Motivated with George’s work, I’d like to share and surround you some select pictures I’ve taken while on the road and on the train. I say ‘select’ because it’s hard to choose amongst nearly 2800 pictures I took — in merely a year.
It may not be ‘George Brich’ but it’s my style (dashboard photography – whatever that is)
Let’s start off with the ‘burning’ of Ranchero Bridge which, at the same time, I celebrate my blog’s anniversary as well, ignited this blogger into action.
Interstate 15 was closed for about a couple of days that had me scrambling for alternate routes to get to work…
Now, it’s all repaired and ready to serve you.
The Interstate 15 — before bypass lane… X-over (crossover) lane… move over (and it’s the law) stuff…
Different big, heavy equipment rolling in – getting ready for the ambitious yet promising freeway rehabilitation :
Needing some heavy artillery for those who don’t follow the rules of the road..
Some rocket launchers. (Or not.) They just look like launchers to me.
Calling on some alien help here!
Of course not to forget, our hardworking highway officers! Forever grateful for that one who pushed our MINI with his patrol car all the way to the 138 scales northbound.
Ugh! Remember this?
The bypass lane on the Interstate 15 South.
We all needed surgeries that time….
My prayer every time I drive on the Cajon Pass… never mind the Cajon Crawl has concluded… it still feels like it every now and then.
Driving through fog…
Scary when fog descends
On an early morning drive under the still visible full moon.
This is not my Cajon Pass Ring. It’s actually the I-210 freeway, if I remember correctly. I took this photo night of Feb 13, 2015 on my way home. Traffic was slow and all highways were crowded.
Highway construction progresses…
March 2015 at the I-215 and I-15 split….
New traffic configuration starting March 30th…
If you do not know where you’re going, better choose one now. Because you cannot change lanes later on as one could do so before.
Entrance to the now bypass 2-lane
Question: If these two wavy arrows mean the crossover lanes and the three straight arrows mean regular lanes, so the sign back in Fontana (see left picture) mean all four lanes are crossover lanes?
Or do they just mean they’re wavy lanes?
Or am I just getting my knickers in a twist?
I’ve taken loads of pictures of cars stuck in traffic in which I, myself, was stuck in too, so I’m not showing any of those now… I just might have a heart attack overwhelming myself with photos of my nightmare!
Instead, allow me to share with you photos I’ve taken along my commute (being on the road, inside the train, or while walking):
First of all, pictures taken while I was going to the Los Angeles Public Library:
Seems like the library had some reconditioning done.
Taken while inside the Metrolink train… with freight containers coming into view as we are pulling into Los Angeles Union Station.
Taken at Los Angeles Union Station — looking up at the Gold Line train from the Metrolink platform.
Seat handles inside the Metrolink train — bars to hang on to while inside the train — how convenient!
Speaking of convenience, if you’re running late and just got to catch the train, but haven’t fixed your hair or anything, with electrical sockets sockets provided for your convenience, grab your curling iron and do it inside the Metrolink!
This picture was taken while walking along Hill St. in downtown Los Angeles.
Ghost freight train
Once in a while, these cars say “Hi!”
One fiery night..
Must be a full moon….
Or it was just a fiery night like I said?
The long and winding road — well not really winding…
Give me some Red Bull to give me a boost to get to the end of this hallway!
Let me see if I can squeeze my way into finding me a decent seat in the train of people eating here!
Passing the historical building Mission Tower. Picture taken while inside the Metrolink train.
End of the line for me.
……If you promise not to drop this helicopter!
***I hope you enjoyed this post as much as I enjoyed looking back at all the pictures I’ve taken***
Made it to Friday!
It’s been colder and more windy making it even colder!
I just had to wear a coat. What can I say? I was born tropical.
We’re already in May! You’re probably thinking.
Well loookyy who got snow last night?
So, Big Bear had about three inches of snow overnight.
Better than nothing, I suppose.
Here are today’s morning commute snapshots:
Thankfully, I don’t go that way.
Or at least didn’t make the mistake of waiting until the last minute changing lanes.
No, these lanes don’t offer that anymore.