Observation #3 WHITEOUT/INTERSECTION

It's Saturday morning. It's 11:00. It might as well be 6:00 due to the darkness caused by the rain clouds. I am driving on Route 27 leaving Highland Park, moving downhill, towards the bridge crossing the Raritan River, and to New Brunswick.

A handful of people have gathered near a cement wall immediately before the bridge. They hold umbrellas which have the words "NO WAR" painted on them. The umbrellas are black and the words are written in white paint. The way in which the brushstrokes have hit the umbrellas reminds me of correction fluid.

On the bridge, traffic in the opposite direction has stopped due to an accident. As I leave the intersection, I begin passing the line of halted cars. A woman dressed in a black chador, rises quickly from her door and begins walking towards the rear of her maroon car, along the yellow lines of the road. My car passes her while the folds of her robe flow with the wind swirling from the river and from the traffic.