Driving from the mountains, to where it is very flat

those rocks, that were holding in the water, from behind

the water that was held in by rocks. maybe I am the only one astounded by this.


down through rolling grassy hills, where you can see the the road unwinding down in front of you. sailing through a prarie, it felt like a dream really, passing in and out of the shadows of clouds, wind, and sun. i felt slower than i was actually moving. the crickets were louder than my music, so they were a constant sound behind everything. and i rounded a bend and all of a sudden there were wild horses.

before the prarie, were the black hills, with their glittering tunnels, and lakes held in by giant, upright boulders. and mount rushmore. a very odd thing indeed.

and at the end of a day, I got to the Badlands, that look like the moon or mars, the earth looks like clay that simply dried there and could at any time be dissolved by rain. it used the be a rainforest, and is littered with the fossils of creatures that no longer exist. I camped there and woke up to the blinding, rising sun and lots of birds, and a rabbit that hopped past and away into the loud grass.

some more from that big trip I took.

Blue.
Yellow and orange.

The wall in Xi'an. it looked to expansive, we rode around it at high noon, it was hot and dusty there.
Swirling ribbon fans to keep the flies away.
Muslim quarter is Xi'an. It was also very bright. It rained that night, and we ran around in it. It was very warm. Julianne haggled for some sunglasses, we rode bikes all around, and I destroyed my blue sneakers.
All kinds of things ride on the road, or are pulled, carts and little three-wheeled trucks. donkeys.

More out the bus window.
A house on the way to Tunxi, we passed so many villages that were just falling in.
Riding the cable car the rest of the way after a long hike. We rose to the very top of the mountains, in disbelief.
This street was very lit up, and I remember it had something to do with ghosts.
The Mountains.
Driving to the mountains. these houses look like toys to me.


OH MAN ONE OF THE BEST MEALS OF MY LIFE. At a place called the Grandma's in Shanghai, in a shopping mall. This was a carp's head in spicy broth with noodles and a sort of spicy salsa like thing on top.
The water-town. It was really really old and crumbling, as I said before.

Fruit stand. Very, very bright and shiny.
I don't really know.
Beautiful neon signage.
I just really like giant loads being carried on small vehicles.
Inside. (they were delicious and filled with sesame)
Oustside.
Inside a noodle shop. Oh, they were so good.
We got intense foot massages. one hour for about 7 dollars US. Apparently, one of the only jobs the government will let you have if you are blind, is to be a masseuse.

These fans were everywhere overhead.
Shanghai, and Julianne's hair bow.
The train to Osaka, that we really almost missed. These are some of my last looks at Japan. I guess it is very appropriate that they were rice paddies.
After lots of yakitori. I ate heart, and tongue and fried quail's eggs that night. We had some neighbors wearing orange jump suits that were friendly and entertaining.
delicious, and beautiful! Grilled onigiri. (sp?)
the weird clock in a flower bed in the park near to Julianne's apartment.

Art Farm. (a long, happy sigh)

Last night we watched For All Mankind, and at the very beginning, a small butterfly, or a moth flew in front of the projector and fluttered about in an RGB strobe of sorts.

and today, I cleaned my studio, and kicked up the dust on the floor, at high noon, and it was beautiful. and so thankfully for a dirty floor, I had a good day of work.


I was sitting in the hovering barn, and thought of a catching fence. I fence that is built to catch things.

And then, I was reminded of the keyhole.

And I get to cook my own meals, and listen to the crickets, and walk past weeds and grass taller than myself.