Archive for January, 2009

I was driving and every two miles a huge sign was pointing out a Apache Trading Post in one specific location. Each sign was promoting something different to make the people stop and exit the highway ( burgers, jewelery, crafts, stuff and more stuff). I drove by one after another and started wondering what they had to promote to make me pull over. Then the 10th or 13th sign said. “Live buffalo” and they got me. I always wanted to see them embeded in the place where they actually belong. I was glad, so cute!

Oklahoma is incredible….hm..flat…really fascinating flat.

I love the rainbow desert sunsets, the one in Santa Rosa was especially nice.

Fritz Scholder has an exhibition in the Institute for American Indian Art, very recommendable. Usually the artist statements never really touched me but his is just so good. I thinking of posting it in a different section.

When I only saw cars leaving Toas and nobody going to Taos, I started to freak out a bit, while driving 10 miles per hours uphill in increasing darkness.

I felt pretty trapped when I arrived. I don’t mind snow but I mind if it is snowing. It is no fun to drive in these weather conditions. The next day I successfully escaped the snow chaos in Taos and ended up in another one in Cortez but the following day I had a steel blue sky!

I drove seven hours through nothing today. Not the nothing of a desert because the desert nothing is still something. The landscape from Memphis to Oklahoma City gives no distraction at all. I cannot remember anything that would have made me taking a picture of or mention here. I was sitting with myself through Rufus Wainwright and a few TTC Podcasts for the first four hours and in the end only with myself and the silence. I felt perfectly calm, peaceful and happy. I watched the sunset and felt free of any bonds and a recurring thought came to my mind. My life. Mine. This mantra still works. It has something monumental, something you cannot overthrow.  I feel safe and at home within myself.  If my eyes hadn’t got tired I would have kept driving. I will. Tomorrow. I am sitting in a Studio 6 Motel and still bathing in this feeling.

In Memphis the other night I felt bored and sated. The hedonistic party culture has something repelling for me. It simply doesn’t make sense to me anymore. It is so empty and hollow and meaningless. The thought of ” lets get over with it” comes to my mind. I have the feeling that what everybody is trying to get over with is life. The fast forward button.  This was the last city destination and I was glad to leave, the major landscape wonders are lying ahead. I am excited.

The pictures are about New Orleans that I embraced. I had a very good time. I felt good. very. Thinking about it makes me smile. I won’t do the New Years Eve there again though. It was like a huge festival placed into the center of a historic city with plastic beer cups and an exhausting crowd. Not my style anymore. I am glad that I changed. Thank you for changing, my dear : )!