I’m sitting at home, thinking maybe it’s time to fly off somewhere on vacation. I live in the San Francisco Bay Area, so I know that hundreds of planes are taking off and landing at local airports throughout the day and evening.
But who’s up there now?
Believe it or not, my mobile devices know the answer.
On Tuesday I wrote about the Ruth Bancroft Garden, and oasis of sorts for arid-land plants.
And that set me to thinking about plants as defining a desert, giving it “a sense of place.”
And in, turn, that thought prompted me to look back at photos that I had shot during past trips to Arizona’s Sonoran Desert.
Nebraska (the movie) isn’t about Nebraska (the state).
Sure, it was filmed in Nebraska, but also in Montana, Wyoming and South Dakota.
So it could just have well have been named after one of those other states of the union, or Nemowyosod, a meaningless word made up from letters found in the names of all four of them.
But unlike the majority of films reviews on Tales Told From The Road, Oscar-nominated Nebraska isn’t about “location, location, location!”
So what that heck is it about?
