Sometimes, when I'm tired, and this world is a little too much for me to take (which, to be honest, is quite often these days) I like to play amongst the flowers. I like to tread, barefoot, through the grasses, allowing the thorns to catch in the lining of my dress, implant themselves into the …
There are dinosaurs. Out in the desert. A rare and extinct breed the size of Godzilla himself. In the city of Cabazon, which sounds a lot more exotic than it actually is. If you're driving down the freeway, on Interstate 10, you can't miss them. They roar at every passing car. Dinny the dinosaur and …
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Her eyes are tired. Her face is like the desert landscape, like the canyons carved away by eroding wind and sand, the wrinkles make fine grooves upon her skin. She stands beneath the roadside stand, fanning herself with a bronzed hand, the ensuing breeze she creates playing at her stark, black hair that reflects the …
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Killarney, Ireland. Home of Daniel, a man you'll never meet. Although I suppose you could, if you ever found yourself in the bar of the International Hotel, in County Kerry, where Daniel spends his nights. I highly recommend staying there. They have fabulous views, and spacious bathtubs, perfect for an afternoon nap after you've indulged …
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There's a little sidestreet you can take that leads into an alternative dimension. A place that hasn't yet caught up with the rest of the world, or perhaps, that the world hasn't yet caught up with. A shanty-town village of rusting desert treasures and rusting desert people. It's called Sky Village Swap Meet, and it …
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The GPS read a 15 mile distance. 45 minutes. In Alaska, there's no such thing as a quick trip anywhere unless you're talking the quick trip I took over my unlaced boots. We'd driven this road eight or nine times in the last two days and my brother was growing tired of me pulling onto …
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Source: Secrets of the Jukebox Musing on this memory today...and how beautiful humanity can be. Especially when you're tucked into the back corner of a dimly lit, town bar. Such magic happens here.
The toe of my boot nudged against an errant piece of slate. It slid, tumbling down the mountain's face, down to the waters below, the ones that would grind it down to the texture of the fine pebbles that line the seashore. It's one of those weird moments in which you are suddenly made aware …
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The Wild Heart of Life 