I think most Americans are very uncertain about the future. Very.
I can’t remember a time I felt less confident in American politicians than right now. In my lifetime.
And, watching politicians not give a damn about our own country while they argue amongst themselves has gotten to be a running joke.
So, I’m driving to go make these shots of clouds of late and thinking about silver linings.
Is there going to be a silver lining for our country?
We seem to be at a type of crossing right now — the train goes by where I was and so I watched a few of them.
There is no pride in our trains like there was in my childhood. They used to be clean and shiny like bright copper pennies, I was on them all the time.
My generation is worried about our country.
We are watching our States split apart into these different ideologies.
This is a picture of anise — it grows wild here like mustard and like mustard the seed is used for “fennel” — it has pretty yellow flowers when it blooms, and when it dies back it looks like these sticks — about five to six feet tall. I think this is how Americans are feeling. Like dried sticks in the wind with a cloud cover. At least we are out here in the West.
Here is my abstraction on American Industry!
You know which politician I respect?
A French politician. Sarkozy.
France would be a dream come true for me.
Here? I can’t even recognize my own country anymore. Dried sticks in the wind.