Red Tunnel
Ok. Enough. All of you need to stop emailing me and asking why haven't I written.
Right...
In fact, I write this in a vacuum of my own fantasies. It's pretty cool.
I rode through this tunnel back in September going to Marin to ride the trails on my squeaky rental mountain bike. I had rented it in San Francisco, rode across the Golden Gate Bridge - and now through this tunnel. It was really this color red when you were inside too. I wanted to stop and just sit there for a while. Moody and dark, with the bright light at the end. Just a small opening. There was a low mellow sound in there too. A hum. Scratches and peeling paint covered the walls and the roundness of it made it feel so comfortable - engulfing. Womblike - maybe. Or like a cocoon, I guess. I don't remember the womb - and have never been in a cocoon. But I've been in a real tight zipped up sleeping bag.
So - ya - I just kept riding slowly and snapping photos. On to the trails....that was a free floating day on the trails of Marin.
Right...
In fact, I write this in a vacuum of my own fantasies. It's pretty cool.
I rode through this tunnel back in September going to Marin to ride the trails on my squeaky rental mountain bike. I had rented it in San Francisco, rode across the Golden Gate Bridge - and now through this tunnel. It was really this color red when you were inside too. I wanted to stop and just sit there for a while. Moody and dark, with the bright light at the end. Just a small opening. There was a low mellow sound in there too. A hum. Scratches and peeling paint covered the walls and the roundness of it made it feel so comfortable - engulfing. Womblike - maybe. Or like a cocoon, I guess. I don't remember the womb - and have never been in a cocoon. But I've been in a real tight zipped up sleeping bag.
So - ya - I just kept riding slowly and snapping photos. On to the trails....that was a free floating day on the trails of Marin.
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