so its my last day in the big bad world of Texas, and I must say its been fun living here.
I find it pretty funny actually. You see I’m a little white kid from Ohio
and I’ll prolly always have that persona about me
but when you tell people you’re from “Texas” they all look at you the same way. . .
“Texas!” oh wow, . . . do u have to carry a gun when u go to the store?. . . “
I like to mess with them…
“yup, and then when I’m done I mount my horse named Silver and catch an armadillo for desert!”
Its funny. I don’t look Texan, and I’m not Texan. But the label is stuck. . .
anwho I’m all packed
I hope so.
I can’t believe that on my last day here it’s cloudy
I don’t think its been cloudy since Pancho Villa came through here
. . . no I’m wrong, it was when Billy the Kid was in town. . .
notice our dead palms. . . I think the one in the back is gonna make it
but that little one in the foregroud.
last time I”ll see these palm trees
and the last time I’ll look at this pool and say
“u know if only it wasn’t so gosh darn cold”
this is the last night I”ll sleep on not quite a bed. . .
… in a room that isn’t mine
and the last time (I’m excited about this one). . .
I have to clean up after a dust storm
the last time the neighbors dog will bark at me
(tripod isn’t out today)
hopefully he barked himself to death
I’m sorry was that mean?
my last load of laundry
and the last time I”ll use the living room as my closet. . .
I’m quite nostalgic today. . .
but I guess thats ok right
being my last day and all. . .
Just had some friends from the valleys of south Wales stay with us for a couple weeks. Had such a grand time showing them around the chihuahuan desert. At one point it got me thinking about friend networks, how extensive they get, and how they lead us to random places that we’d never go to on our own.
For example these Welsh friends. . . we met them thru a friend in Ohio who had a friend in London who married a guy in London who was originally from Portugal, who moved them to Wales to raise a family, where we finally met the welsh friends on a trip to visit the English friends whom I’m speaking of in the first place. You see I don’t know if I’d go to Wales on my own. I love it there, its gorgeous, but I have absolutely no idea if I’d even think to go there unless the friends mentioned moved there. In turn, the Welsh that I met would have had absolutely no desire to plant themselves in west Texas in the middle of the desert! But they did, and they had a killer awesome time. . . all because of random friend networks.
The moral of the story, in my quite humble and useless opinion is! make friends, travel to visit those friends, and then collect a treasure trove of hilarious experiences that u make with those friends 🙂
These are from some random art show my friend took me to early this year at UTEP. I love picking out the little things that the artists do in their displays to guide our emotional reactions. Like the dramatic draping of the canvas in the first shot for instance.
Here’s an awesome sand painting my Mum did recently at white sands! Check it eh. . . moral of the story? Art is not confined to a studio.
I love this Clint Eastwood shot ha ha . . . . oh and fyi there’s new art up at kinleys house of coffee, it really caught my eye, stop in and check it out
Just got back from a 12hr each way roadtrip to Denver! Have I ever mentioned that I’m in love with travel, even if it means being seated for ridiculously long periods of time. In any event we were somewhere in new mexico I think when my friend pointed out this funny beaver. . . i was entertained, delirious, but entertained
A little under a year ago my brother, sister and I moved from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania to El Paso Texas. . . I’m not gonna lie it was a crazy feeling reducing all of our belongings to what would fit into the back of two tiny scions and hiking it across the most of the country. . . however as I look back, it twas freeing! You see, I hate stuff. . . clutter. . . junk. . . garbage that just keeps us immobile and holds us down. Since our move I’ve made a huge effort to not accumulate “stuff” and as a result I feel alot more free. What sparked this random rant? A Post over here where a good friend has inspired me to not give up in my dream to one day live in a tree 🙂