{"id":258,"date":"2002-02-18T18:48:19","date_gmt":"2002-02-19T02:48:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=258"},"modified":"2002-02-18T18:48:19","modified_gmt":"2002-02-19T02:48:19","slug":"red-light-green-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2002\/02\/18\/red-light-green-light\/","title":{"rendered":"Red light, green light"},"content":{"rendered":"

i went for a drive today, rolled my windows down and turned the volume up and cruised on sunset boulevard. i was alone, but sitting shotgun were three cameras: a holga, a polaroid, a digital. i didn’t really have a destination in mind. i just knew that it was a holiday and the sky was blue, and i couldn’t let it go to waste.<\/p>\n

while sitting at a stoplight, i decided to play a game. at every red light, i had to take a photo. i could extend my arm as far as it would go out the window, but i could not look through the viewfinder. the less thought put into the shot the better. it was so much fun that i started to prefer red lights over green, and i drove more slowly in hopes of catching them, and i pitied the people beside me in traffic who pushed on the gas as soon as they could, because they were missing the beauty all around them.<\/p>\n

\n\n\n
\n\"me\"
\noh hello, that is me. my hair is in my eye.<\/p>\n

\"rearview
\nthe palm trees are everywhere, towering high above the city.<\/p>\n

\"mr.
\nmr. balloon man came out of nowhere, and i don’t know where he is headed.<\/p>\n

\"bus\"
\nthe metro station is silver and shiny, but the bus is hogging the spotlight.<\/p>\n

\"hair
\non the left, it says, “human hair,” and below that, “clearance.” president’s day sale?<\/p>\n

\"fence\"
\ncurb, grass, sidewalk, fence: the sedimentary layers of the streets.<\/p>\n

\"bridgee\"
\ni must confess, this is a non-stoplight photo, but it’s the shakespeare bridge! my heart swells each time i cross it.<\/p>\n

\"sky\"
\nblue sky. green palm. beautiful day.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

i went for a drive today, rolled my windows down and turned the volume up and cruised on sunset boulevard. i was alone, but sitting shotgun were three cameras: a holga, a polaroid, a digital. i didn’t really have a destination in mind. i just knew that it was a holiday and the sky was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/258"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=258"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/258\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}