I love the people, their courtesy, their flamboyance and the 'upness' of their behaviour and the scale of American achievement, but I also love the look of the States, from a pond in the northeastern woodlands
to cedar swamps in South Carolina
to the slattern effect of leaves in woods behind Hastings-on-Hudson
to Inwood Hill Park in Manhattan and its glimpse of the New Jersey Palisades
to the sweep of California (this from above San Francisco Bay)
or this from LA, which gladdens my Central Australian heart;
to the Americanness of American street scenes (here, in Raton, New Mexico
or Montrose, Pennsylvania)
and the distinctive architecture. Not just the old historical sites, but the grand 1920s/30s statements, this being the inscription on the side of Berkeley High School
or the Berkeley Public Library
and the beautiful whimsy of 1950s/60s signage. (This from the San Fernando Valley
and this from Savannah.)
the beautiful mystery of Savannah
or a tree box in Pasadena
the entire grand variety, from sea (from Fort Clinch in Florida)
to shining sea.
(San Clemente from the train) - 'all over this broad land.'
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