driving cross country, there are clear indications that you’ve reached the west, even from the interstate. its an eerie feeling that creeps over you shortly after you drive past oklahoma city and all of its sprawling suburbs. the landscape is flat, expansive, and empty, and it signals to you that the loneliness of this rugged land will likely swallow you whole. in fact, the region may not be any more rural than the empty counties (or parishes) that fill the familiar southeastern states, but your acute awareness of the vast nothing that surrounds you gives rise to this discomfort. Gone are the trees that line the southeastern highways, blocking your view and shielding you from any existential thoughts. welcome to the west.
we spent one day in texas and I wasn’t even going to blog about it, but who knew that west texas would provide such fabulous pictures? Is it the endless horizon? the surplus of natural light? the smell of cow poop that pervades the entire panhandle of the state? I don’t need the answers; I just click the button.
matt did a show in canyon, followed by one in borger, where we met jim, an old man that just couldn’t get enough of the pvc puppet stage. No, really. “Tell your roommate Binkley that I love his work, and that once I made nine massage tables out of pvc,” he said as he lovingly stroked the crossbar. it was cute.on the way out, we stopped to snap a few pictures on the road. i love these purple wildflowers, and the bug ranch motel café.
tonight, we’ll make it to roswell, and i can’t wait for the curiosities we’ll encounter there.
I like this Jim character . . .
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