Mentioning the state of New Jersey to most people elicits either a groan or an eye-roll of of pity. Visions of endless traffic jams on the Garden State Parkway, coupled with memories of the redolence of sulfur around the Amboys, simply do not trigger fond memories of a great road trip. But we are here to proclaim that with the right eye, and mind, the scenery that dots the Turnpike has a poignant beauty. Perhaps you have to have a certain affection for the exoticism of the urban landscape. We do. So here’s to the industrial towers, telephone lines, train switches and smoke stacks that caress the New Jersey Turnpike.
Ellen Beller said:
Julie, i call it “Ugly Beauty.” Manhattan has it, parts of NJ have it. I think it’s an appreciation acquired by those who spend our lives in urban areas. We know that beauty is everywhere.
Julie Seyler said:
It’s true. I had a painting teacher once who said the more you see the more you see. A cliche? I don’t know but it’s fascinating where “art” shows up.
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