what america looks like

I went 1200 miles west and this is the kind of thing that I saw. and the lens through which I occasionally saw it.


because road trips, like other things, are always kind of about the rear view mirror, the train, the distance.


in this town called lovelock, maybe somewhere in utah, which claims the motto "lock your love in lovelock" and in which a local man called out from across the street, "baby, I wanna hold you nice and tight," which was just about the most romantic and creepiest cat call I've received in some time.



I love the trash cans, like misfit children, stacked against the hills all rising spendor. as if they keep a secret from the natural world and the secret is that they have snuck in the most beautiful place and have been let stay.


and me, I was there too, in my silly sunglasses.

other beautiful things, of which there was such an abundance, that I could hardly begin to offer them all here.
if a tree falls in a forest kaboom!
yep, I'm still there. in america. only moved from beach to forest, and having moved silly sunglasses from face to head.
california sure is pretty. this was taken at goat rock beach, which has got to be one of the windiest places on earth, windier even than the windy city. so funny, how shore and not shore look so nice smushed up together.