{"id":2478,"date":"2014-01-27T02:20:00","date_gmt":"2014-01-27T02:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2014\/01\/27\/marfa"},"modified":"2017-09-19T05:23:24","modified_gmt":"2017-09-19T11:23:24","slug":"marfa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=2478","title":{"rendered":"Marfa"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The radio crackles and fades the deeper I venture into west Texas. Distant sounds of Mexican mariachi or repeat versions of NPR broadcasts are my only options.<\/p>\n

I choose silence, and let my mind watch giant tumbleweeds and dust devils emerge from the landscape to playfully cross the lonely road.<\/p>\n

The bright sun and blue sky seem to play tricks on my eyes. A single building appears on the horizon. I slow the car down to see the words “Prada” on the storefront. Yet it isn’t a storefront, it’s the beginnings of Marfa….<\/p>\n

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The town, once a thriving military base, is now home to artists and cowboys. A place that is three hours from anywhere, just the way the locals prefer. One would almost think it to be a ghost town upon first approach.<\/p>\n

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Marfa has the feel of a Hollywood movie set from the 1950’s, one where the budget went over, the film abandoned and the props discarded. Ironically, the Rock Hudson movie “Giant” was filmed here back then, a claim to fame for the few that remain.<\/p>\n

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Now though all that is here are architectural relics and soft light from the yonder horizon. A place where one can walk the empty streets without harassment, lean against a wall and wonder.<\/p>\n

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Wonder about the sweet dreams that were made of these…..
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