A Night In The Desert

Leaving Albuquerque, New Mexico heading to Flagstaff, Arizona. Five hours of driving in the dark through the desert.


The vast dome of space rimmed the earth at every edge of the horizon and there was blackness so deep that one would believe there was nothing else, no recognizable light on earth save the small lights on the highway that were very few and far between. He had never seen a night sky so sprent with stars that it was easier to count the darkness. A great blue meteor passed overhead and burned and broke apart and left pieces of itself behind as it traveled westward into its final absolvance. The silty white streak of the milky way hung sprawled out across that incommensurable void like a net reaping more stars and more planets to be harvested elsewhere in the imponderable heavens beyond.

Family Along The Way

My Uncle Bill's House in Corrales, New Mexico 35°14′5″N 106°37′5″W



The Rio Grande

Interstate 40, Due West. From Here On Out.

New Mexico, a couple hours east of Albuquerque.


Trying to sneak a photo of this next guy; the genuine article.






Dual wielding sprites and an
impressive 5 gallon Hat.
God bless this man,
and where ever
he came from.

An Alter in Amarillo

The English have Stonehenge, the Polynesians have Easter Island, Texans have Cadillac Ranch.






35°11′14″N 101°59′13.4″W

In Texas, heading West toward Amarillo looking North. 35°14′2″N 100°36′0″W



On the I-40 soft shoulder looking north over the vast ranch lands of the Texas Panhandle.

In the distance he could see where curtains of rain were falling over the flat and empty country like the thin tendrils of wet oil streaks on an immense canvas. Soon enough he too was within the storm and the heavy drops pounded the hood of the car with a dull senseless rhythm that came and vanished and came again all throughout the long and mundane hours of that day. To the south he passed the constant balding hills where the wind combed what slight grass was left over the red clay and stones of the soft damp earth. Further yet there stood lines of windmills which churned soundlessly and methodically like some kind of alien scout or centurion set to stand guard and ward off some unfathomable thing that had not yet been culled into being.

"How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?"

*Oklahoma/Texas border, near 35°24′10″N 99°25′26″W

On October 5th, 2009 I packed up my beloved, trusted, abused Mitsubishi Galant Sheila with what things I could; 8 pairs of shoes/boots, 5 bags of clothes, 3 boxes of DVDs, 2 boxes of books and 1 good friend then left St. Louis, Missouri for Redwood City, California. I'm starting this blog with pictures from that drive, after that I'll jump time as I see fit, present, past, future, whatever pictures I feel like posting next.