The sounds when walking under a raised racing freeway in fading winter with otherwise quiet streets are probably some of the most awesome and yet eerie I have ever heard. I wish the magnetude of it could be caught and placed out of context just be appreciated.

I am liking Buffalo. I keep on finding small beautiful artistic things I love. I keep seeing history and having questions. I am intriqued with the past that I can see. Sometimes I'd like to put my hand against a wall and just listen. Cities have so many stories to tell. In the silence of the streets I can almost hear them, and in the fading paint I can almost see their words.

There is a grit here, but it come from the fact that this city was an industrial heart, and for that matter has the strong potential to continue being one. It isn't a city of much glamour- it's a city of people who worked, who still do, who have community. It might not be the strongest but I can sense it.

I think everyone talks bad about where they're from, to be honest. But I tend to fall in love. I appreciate things. I see the bad but I see the potential too.

I'm thinking about writing a proposal to make the bus systems better and more understandable so more people can use them successfully, and thus be a better mode of transportion.
I'm getting involved. I'm "listening" and feeling.

Peace.
~Lo