The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

W is for Winogrand #16


New Mexico (1957)

7 comments :

Joanne said...

Looks like the little girl is coming out of a possible Frank Lloyd Wright house or one similar.

Maureen said...

Creepy; flipped over tricycle, storm brewing, and who is that's lurking in the shadow behind that baby?

Vanwall said...

Could be Arizona, 1955, when I was about that size.

de Selby said...

This is one of the most perfect American images I've ever seen.

Marshall P. Smith said...

This could be Albuquerque.

marksparky said...

it's genius.... so full of portent and atomic holocaust metaphors.

Epeenification said...

There is a boy behind him in the shadow, I also suspect the pope is standing in the rightmost part of the garage.