Paul on Route 362, I kept stopping to get out of my car to look back at the bowl-like landscape.
I was lulled into a false sense of confidence in the northeast, continued my way down the grid, and found that I kept stopping to marvel at the Things That Seemed Eerily Maleskan.
The going was slow, partly because I did as much poling as I did paddling in the shallow water, and partly because I kept stopping to look and listen.
I kept stopping to take photograph after photograph: the tiled arch of the old bank and the ornate mission revival-style Hotel Paisano; the low, long, Modernist lines of the post office; weathered painted Coca Cola signs, and the ice factory in ruins.
It took me four hours to drive 53 miles from Furnace Creek to Scotty's Castle -- not because the road was bad, but because I kept stopping every few hundred yards to gaze at shining desert-gold flowers backlighted against glowing rust-colored cliffs and purple flowers vivid against ocher cliffs under a brilliant blue sky.
Earlier today, I was reading Joshua Topolsky's editorial on This is my next about Apple's "mistake" in turning their back on the Web and I kept stopping.
"So Harry Rubinstein [the Smithsonian's curator of political history] opened his Lincoln archive and said, 'What else would you like?' When I went through it, something I kept stopping at was this pall, which juxtaposes a utility it's a pall, it hangs over a coffin with a lot of tassels and fringe". "The watch was clearly something so poignant," Kalman continued.
"So Harry Rubinstein [the Smithsonian's curator of political history] opened his Lincoln archive and said, 'What else would you like?' When I went through it, something I kept stopping at was this pall, which juxtaposes a utility it's a pall, it hangs over a coffin with a lot of tassels and fringe".
