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Route 66 Amboy, California – Roy’s Cafe

Route 66 Amboy, California – Roy’s Cafe

When something from popular culture becomes a fixture in my mind, often when I visit such a place I don’t know how to react. Almost like standing around at a party and not knowing what to do with your hands. The sight isn’t a surprise. You’ve seen it a million times. But even so, there is a sparkle that comes from seeing something with your own eyes.

How many times have my eyes gazed over photos of the Roy’s sign? Countless, it seemed.

As it appeared in the distance, a smile danced across my face. “There it is!” I thought. And it was gorgeous.

California Desert Art: Noah Purifoy Outdoor Museum

California Desert Art: Noah Purifoy Outdoor Museum

While near Joshua Tree, California – I made a pitstop at the Noah Purifoy Outdoor Desert Museum.

When I pulled up in the early morning, the light coming east across the desert was glorious. It bathed everything in a golden glow. To the west, menacing clouds gathered. And me? I stood nearly in the middle amongst a silent collection of curious assemblages.

Throughout my trip, I wondered many times if weird people gravitated to the desert or if the desert made people a little weird. Either way, I really enjoyed taking in something so far removed from my reality. I am always interested in peoples drive to create art.

Who hasn’t been here on a raucous Friday night, really:

Lunch tray tapeworm

Social commentary and an angry sky.

Streetlamps? Giant Q-Tips?

Cafe Tetanus

Some of the pieces felt a little murdery and creeped me out. I suppose work that makes you feel something is a success.

Good luck… toilet… horseshoe?

I build one of these yearly when we put our lawn furniture in the shed for the winter.

Sad lamp is sad.

Another space that made me feel like someone might’ve died.

So many toilets.

Love the boots 🙂

 

 

 

 

Finding Forgiveness in the California Desert

Finding Forgiveness in the California Desert

It was cold when I left the town of Brawley. The sun was just starting to make its way up the eastern sky. The dusky morning blanketed the horizon in a gray-blue haze. The world was not awake yet.

With the sun rising at my back, I hummed west with farms keeping me company for a little while. They didn’t stick around long. Everything quickly turned to sand.

I was heading towards Ocotillo. That’s where I would head north and into Anza-Borrego State Park.

On this, the second morning of my California trip, I still had not yet decompressed and shed the go-go-go agitation that peppers everything I do. There was also the matter of lingering guilt about being selfish and traveling on my own. That all rounded out nicely with worrying about all of the other odds and ends that arise when traveling by motorcycle. Those negative feelings were seasoned to taste and put on a low heat to simmer.

I don’t take my personal freedom lightly. I have keen understanding of how lucky I am to pretty much do what I want, when I want to, without any grief from my family. But I still have a cooling down period that I go through in which I have to release myself from guilt. There are always episodes of inner turmoil that I go through when traveling on my own.

As I rode along, I worked through feelings of awe from the desolate landscape and the nagging of my inner tumult. Just a few miles in to the park everything I’d been feeling came to a head. With the way that the morning light hugged the land, the gorgeous colors of the terrain, the scale of the mountains and dipping valleys – my simmering pot boiled over. I stood on the side of the road taking everything in and I cried.

But it wasn’t a sad cry. It was something else. A release. Being in that beautiful desert space told me that right then, right at that very moment – I could forgive myself. I was exactly where I needed to be and it was okay.


This post is part of a month-long writing prompt challenge: Brave, Bold, Blogger Challenge (BBBC) 2017 hosted by Kathy at ToadMama.com.

Prompt:A special memory from 2016

Love Wins and Other Streetart Wisdom

Love Wins and Other Streetart Wisdom

What someone chooses to say publicly in paint fascinates me. I feel similarly about bumper stickers. You might only have one shot at getting the attention of someone’s eyeballs and this is what you want them to know.

My biggest takeaway from this little shack is LOVE WINS. I want that to be true more than anything. But now I’m being told to question it, so…? I don’t think I like the mixed messages here.

That’s better 🙂

Casting a long shadow.

Tony seems like a friendly guy.

Have anice day.

On the quality neighborhood stencil over the B, do you see a sunshine or a taco?

Feeling the Glory Of Salvation Mountain

Feeling the Glory Of Salvation Mountain


For a few days now, I’ve struggled with how to describe my experience visiting Salvation Mountain. I keep coming up short. I am unable to pinpoint the feelings that overwhelmed me there with my clichĂ© words.

Perhaps it was the hopeful romanticism of being on a trip and feeling free. Maybe it was seeing the radiant golden light spilling over the earth. Or, perhaps it was the embodiment of a man’s passion and love – but I tell you shamelessly that being there was awe-inspiring. It felt pure and true and as if there was a message that I’d been needing to receive and I was finally getting it. I am not a religious person but that did not matter. Standing there, in that place – I understood and felt a message of love. My heart was wide open that winter’s day. It was glorious.

Without further commentary:

 

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