Faithful observers, large and wise; monoliths standing emphatically. Jutting from the earth in rising balconies and towers, watching, witnessing. Boulders looming, rocks piled, guardians of the cave. Trees flourish in crevices with cool mineral moisture. The trail, meek between giants. My body even smaller. … Read More Awakening Depths
Twinkling lights strung around its frame, chain clicking in a dry loop, my bike created tracks on tracks in the dust, crossing tracks without pattern or reason.
In the dark of night, the high desert mirrors the sky; although the stars on the ground are colored, moving and spinning, dancing chaotically. In the dark expanse, we put on our lights and become technicolor shooting stars.… Read More The Lucky Ones
(A complete draft of Part 1 will be available for download soon!) glamsient glam-zee-uh nt —noun an impoverished person who indulges in freedom and refinement by balancing time and money with self-actualizing undertakings such as creating and experiencing art, culture and self-fulfillment — not to be confused with trustafarian, trustfunda, or one who is independently… Read More Glamsient: Part 1
During this winter season, I’m making the final push to complete my first book! I’m on track to have it finished in Spring. In order to prepare the release, I’m taking time off from publishing work here. Check out photos from my current travels on Instagram http://www.instagram.com/glamsient
We cross into Reservation land in Northern Arizona. The desert before us, a desolate beauty with colorful streaks, glows beneath the pink hue of the setting sun. On the outskirts of town the highway curves past hills. Gathered at their base, shanties and shacks form small a small line. Broken boards, torn roofs, tires, cars… Read More Our Eyes Meet
My bike, with twinkling lights strung around its frame and the chain clicking in a dry loop, glides along the dust, creating tracks on tracks, crossing tracks without pattern or reason. The high desert, in the dark of night, mirrors the midnight sky. Now, the thin layer of dust on my bike, by week’s… Read More The Cows of Black Rock City