When I am on the way back home to my Dad's, there is a stretch of the freeway that has a huge splashed trail of white paint, and the trail goes for a couple thousand feet and traces the path of the assuredly devastated paint truck driver who veered off to the side of the road to seal up his cargo. And the trail of splashed paint is fascinating because it has this great texture and form, like you see of splashed paint on a canvas. And I can't help but wonder if a bird's eye view of the place would reveal some sort of modern art masterpiece.
It's the simple things.
-The Piece
