I’m normally a pretty optimistic and happy person. There are moments though that I do slow to think and reflect. It isn’t yet clear what triggers these seconds of reflection but I did catch one on film the other day.
Excited about my internet connection and my contact with the world beyond my apartment I decided to take a little walk around my neighbourhood (notice the English spelling) and take a few pics for you.
Phew! Its been a month that I’ve gone without an internet connection and no updates to my beloved PTV. Sorry. I’ve been moving from Paris to London.
I rode a bike yesterday. I rode a bike on the beach. I thought, when I first thought about riding a bike along the beach, that I would take a pleasant ride along the white sand beach in New Smyrna. It’s been years since I’ve been to my childhood beach and a few things have changed.
Ok so not everyone celebrates Christmas. I do. So here’s a quick Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it for religion, for the break away from work or for the great excuse of buying everyone you know a gift.
Check out the first update of what a short walk in December is like in Central Florida.
During one of my recent trips to South Carolina I discovered this writer who suggested that once a person leaves his home, he could never return. I didn’t think much of it during my whirl wind tour of the state but now sitting at home it does make me think.
Iceland’s current tourism slogan does a very good job of summing up my feelings of my most recent adventure. The destination was the experience there is really nothing more to say.
During a walk in Paris and London a few years back I decided I would write and photograph everything that interested me during a certain moment or in a given place. Zero Minutes is the outcome of that day.
Often as I wander the streets of Paris a beautiful face will catch my eye. I’ll watch to see if she is watching, only to quickly look away when I’ve been watched. Haiku N° 5 reflects the strongest of these moments.
This unpaid advertisement is brought to you by Travel Scotland on Bike. A non-existant bike tour company with its headquarters in my mind. If the company did exist though then this dude would be the boss and here’s what you’d see.
Occassionally while I’m connecting with my favorite hobby. I really wonder if my nightly dinner is as healthy for me as it possibly could be. I love my evening dose but fear it my be numbing me.
Sometimes those with the best intentions are really the ones we should fear the most. I have nothing against working for the betterment of humanity. I do though fear those who place their plans and ideas above the freedom of the individual. I guess that’s why I naturally “fear order.”
There is no doubting the importance of having friends, loved ones and family near you in times in need. When they are gone it hurts and sometimes the only thing that stays is the desire to be “with you.”
Sometimes it’s nice to just sit back and be lead. The responsibility of finding a destination lies with others. Liberty, freedom and time to think is reflected in this view.
Regular visitors to this website may know that I enjoy writing. Since there aren’t actually regular visitors to Ptv then I guess that means that no one is aware of my joys but that is beside the point.
In a continuing effort to expose Ptelevision visitors to the weirder and wilder side of life without television I have uploaded this rare footage of a flying piano.
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There is a strange feeling that comes of over people when they enter the underworld of fish and swimming animals.
So I’m sitting in Vancouver eating a an onion burger I picked up on Granville Island. Because I had a bicycle I couldn’t eat the burger in the market so I walked over to the shore.
It’s been a while since I uploaded some of my colored waters so I thought I would share a few more. Here’s some I painted during my trip through the South.
Everyone or most everyone should know that Seattle is famous for its Cafes. As previously noted I spent some time in the cafes while visiting the city. But what I didn’t know about Seattle is that its also famous for flying fish.
This blow by blow, client by client description and unpaid advertisement is being uploaded from 45th Avenue, near Washington University, Seattle. The free wi-fi connection is provided by Trabant Chai Lounge
Welcome back to regular programming of PTV. I stepped away for a couple of weeks to enjoy a bit of the “La Vita Local†in Italy. Now back to the stories from the Southern Fried Culture road trip.
This unpaid advertisement is for taking a moment away from it all to live La Vita Local. The background image was collected and compile from Google Image. The regurlarly scheduled “Southern Fried Culture” will return momentarily.
“Country music was born just up the road in Bristol, it grew up here in Knoxville and was sold out and corrupted in Nashville, Tennesse,” blasted Tony Lawson with laughter, smiles and the confidence of a man living his dream.
In 1982 Knoxville, Tennesee hosted the World’s Fair from 1 May to 31 October under the theme of ‘Energy turns the World’. As with every World Expo the host city usually builds a symbolic monument to mark the occasion.
Sammy Hagar famously sang I can’t drive 55 and neither can I.
It wasn’t as big a disppointment as South of the Border or Ron Jon’s Surfshop, other kings of southern roadside advertising, but it wasn’t a ten either. All in all its part of Southern Fried Culture and I’m glad I went.
While sipping coffee on the deck of the Hunter Museum in Chattanooga with a view of the Tennessee River a sudden feeling of déjà vu overcame me.
Once on I-75 and a little more comfortable with my sudden change of plans heading towards Chattanooga, Tennessee instead of Asheville, North Carolina, I settled into the joyous mindlessness of long distance driving.
I initially booked an economy car from Dollar-rent-a-car for my adventure through the Southeast. The culture is interesting but you definitely need a car to see it all. I got a car because I wanted to see three cities in two days and the train wasn’t going to cut it. I also wanted the peace of mind you can find from driving on open roads.
Years ago, as a foreign student in a strange land, I quickly learned that my simple interactions with French people and Europeans in general were significant for many reasons. From the moment I set foot on European soil I became a US Ambassador not officially and for the government but unofficially for the people.
I finally decided to visit Germany at the end of 2005.
On my way to work today I saw a group of drunks gathered around a park bench. As spring gently settles onto Paris so too do the drunks.
Ok. I have a small confession. When I was a kid I wanted to be an artist. As I grew older I never stopped wanting to be an artist I just stopped telling people.
“Today is the first day of the rest of your life†is how Castro Mosser started each diary entry since he began keeping a diary when he was a child.
He wrote the phrase slowly and deliberately and truly believed it each time he put ink to paper. This time was much different. Different because he felt his life was changing, changing in ways he couldn’t even begin to imagine.
I finally took a moment to crop, resize and upload more colored waters from the LA to San Fran trip.
Six forty-five on a semi-cold Friday afternoon. A drizzle dampens the pavement, a cold glow reflects off the traffic’s taillights and Tom Collins swerves through an endless line of small cars, scooters, and a random biker to make his 19h00 appointment.
Sistas, brothas, mothas and fathas, Radio YT is back and screaming at you from Passing Through, Georgia!
Author: Jay Corless