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A little on the abstract side with the physique. The guy's unbalanced, while she's proper in posture. But I kind of like how that all goes together in what we would call today a very "straight-laced" environment a'la 50's/early 60's Americana; an outward Nuclear Family stability with the attempted dynamics of improvisation and spontaneous fluidity underneath it all somewhere.

The restless adventurer, the established nomad, the wandering across the hills and highways of America to find the proverbial milk and honey just over the horizon. Plymouth Rock was the starting point, a sort of proxy Promise Land was forged by those European wanderers who weren't content on waiting for it. Thrust off from that shored and sea-swept rock, and with deviations aplenty along the way, we great-great grandchildren of those pioneers still venture forth to keep looking for that treasure that our kinsmen either didn't quite entirely find, or else was forgotten in the rushing sweep to make the land conform to their dreams. Instead of the boat cutting the wake in uncharted Atlantic waters, instead of wagons trailing over dusty mountain passes heading west, the vulcanized wheel of the engined American beast paces steadily across the asphault veins of the heartland, with its occupants still searching, searching, searching for that ideal in every direction. Wherever the sun sets, it sets in that place that Americans have always looked longingly towards, the progress, the standard, the beautiful country that we so badly want to manifest in the here and now, in front of us, and with our checkbooks reaping the benefits....

Kind of like how the elusive "American Dream" seems to be, minus the Hunter Thompson overtones to that particular phrase. Or is it completely without parallel?...

I was never there; I can only see it vicariously through the recollections of my parents and the pages of history books. Still, that is my cultural heritage, my country's history; the prosperity of the now illuminated by the prospective glow of a progresive tomorrow; possibilities and dreams for the taking.

Description
A little on the abstract side with the physique. The guy's unbalanced, while she's proper in posture. But I kind of like how that all goes together in what we would call today a very "straight-laced" environment a'la 50's/early 60's Americana; an outward Nuclear Family stability with the attempted dynamics of improvisation and spontaneous fluidity underneath it all somewhere.

The restless adventurer, the established nomad, the wandering across the hills and highways of America to find the proverbial milk and honey just over the horizon. Plymouth Rock was the starting point, a sort of proxy Promise Land was forged by those European wanderers who weren't content on waiting for it. Thrust off from that shored and sea-swept rock, and with deviations aplenty along the way, we great-great grandchildren of those pioneers still venture forth to keep looking for that treasure that our kinsmen either didn't quite entirely find, or else was forgotten in the rushing sweep to make the land conform to their dreams. Instead of the boat cutting the wake in uncharted Atlantic waters, instead of wagons trailing over dusty mountain passes heading west, the vulcanized wheel of the engined American beast paces steadily across the asphault veins of the heartland, with its occupants still searching, searching, searching for that ideal in every direction. Wherever the sun sets, it sets in that place that Americans have always looked longingly towards, the progress, the standard, the beautiful country that we so badly want to manifest in the here and now, in front of us, and with our checkbooks reaping the benefits....

Kind of like how the elusive "American Dream" seems to be, minus the Hunter Thompson overtones to that particular phrase. Or is it completely without parallel?...

I was never there; I can only see it vicariously through the recollections of my parents and the pages of history books. Still, that is my cultural heritage, my country's history; the prosperity of the now illuminated by the prospective glow of a progresive tomorrow; possibilities and dreams for the taking.