Word Play

Wordy nerdy kid goes to Art Gallery of Ontario (AGO), finds painting he likes, describes what he sees.

Jack Chambers' "401 Towards London No. 1" (1968-69)
A single truck travels down an otherwise empty highway in broad daylight. There are no other vehicles in either direction. The open road - is that already so dated? To think a road could be that open, that optimistic. The truck is small relative to the length of highway, a clean, four lane freeway, gently winding off into the distance. The highway, as it was then, a brief break, just a couple thin strips of grey between gently rolling fields of yellowing green extending out east and west. The expansive green fields themselves are dwarfed by a sky so big you see that the earth is small and that people don't even much matter, a sky that had earlier that day been all blue but that is now being slowly taken over by big fluffy white clouds.

You think, this is Canada.

Tomorrow: Camp Charleston Part III