Carscapes

I did the unthinkable and walked in a city as a pedestrian, reminding myself that we live in car scapes. The fact that nobody stopped and asked me to explain myself surprised me.

We’re walk deprived. Modern walking feels like it’s against the rules.

In my city of a hundred thousand, there are more cars on roads than people on sidewalks.

We need more pedestrian friendly easements, with places to sit, shop, and eat.

We need corner bookstores and bakeries.

We can live somewhere and not know it by foot.

We can stumble from our homes, sit behind the wheel, and go wherever.

It’s an odd existence.

We spend more time tuning radio knobs than conversing with strangers.

There’s our house, our car, our street that’s connected to the grocery store.

The thought of traveling without a car is almost unimaginable, yet automobiles were once science fiction.

Old town centers intrigue us because many were plotted without cars in mind.

People probably think I’m against cars, and that’s not true; instead, I’m just saying that we’re over dependent.

With a few gallons pumped and a deep-fried chimichanga in my belly, I rolled out to see the place.

I should probably take more pictures from the road because that’s how I experience car scapes.