The Grey Pen Goings

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Saturday, August 19, 2006

Hook A Right After the Soviet Box Factory

An hour before sunset I walked a mile West from Velka Ohrada (my apartment complex into an amazing valley covered in a forest far more homogenous than this here halfbreed—trees dipped, dripped, thistled, wavered, needled, swayed. The valley dipped down two hundred yards then back up three hundred on the other side from me, and a picturesque country home was nestled below.
And this was less than a mile from the industrial Soviet complex that I and thousands of other people live in—right outside of it! This is something Europeans understood long ago but we Americans, in our insatiable need to develop, lost—we kept pressing nature westward and away, into vacation spots hours from our homes.
Oh but this, this was something you’d expect John Muir to photograph in the Pacific Northwest, just right here! Add this to the cobblestone streets and wonderful public transportation and the fact that you can buy a beer in six different places on one block and you start to see why everyone falls in love with Prague.
It’s not all walks in the park so far, I still no so few people and only one person I’d really call a friend, but I’m getting there. I got to do as much as I can to soak up this great weather before winter comes and turns me into an Avcicle.

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