Bus ride
March 22, 2013
Looking through the window during bus rides, there are so many times that I wish I could hop off, take a few photos, and then get back on. A flock of hens, a darling farmhouse, a brightly colored tractor in a green field. But the bus whizzes by, too fast for me to capture what I see. (The Bosnian countryside reminds me so much of train and bus rides through the Chinese countryside– the hilly fields, facade-less brick and concrete houses, laundry hung out to dry.)
pilgrimography 
Road to Sarajevo – Silvertown?
Bus ride- Bratunac Bijeljina! 🙂
No Prijedor?
daleko je daleko je amerika… ako sam bila negdje bila sam iznutra u sebi u sebi u sebi i nikako spolja…
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“A flock of hens, a darling farmhouse, a brightly colored tractor in a green field”– reminds me of that gorgeous Norman MacCaig poem, “Summer Farm” 🙂
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What wonderful pictures! I remember feeling this way as I rode a bus through the Ethiopian countryside. 🙂
oooo! i hope sometime you’ll post some of your ethiopia photos!
I like the effect of using the windows as a border and showing the faint reflections of the glass. It’s fun to “follow” you on the bus ride through these photos!
yeah we’re in love with reflections these days… 😉
LOL. love it. i’ve got some new paintings for this week, nothing to do with reflections!