Crop circles formed in front of me as the sun started to set in the Mojave desert. Mosaic couches and broken doll faces are scattered in amongst the tumbleweeds. The ghosts stand eerily erect for their eternal Last Supper. I walk next to them, touch their white skin, ponder the meaning of the tableau that…
Tag: Nevada
Rhyolite
The masked man enters the empty and colorless town at mid day. The desert heat fades every living thing into the shadows and decaying recesses. He walks past the “Do Not Enter” sign and into the ghost town of Rhyolite. Once bustling with over 10,000 people living here in the early 1900’s, now all that…
the story of how sh*t went down in Death Valley
The fourth of July this year landed on a Monday, giving us 9 to 5 workaday during the week folks a long three day weekend. I took advantage of this time to go back to a place I first visited in December 2011, Death Valley National Park. Why did I want to go in the…
Highway 395
Running along the backbone of the California/Nevada border is highway that can transport you to a higher medium. The road of never ending landscapes called Highway 395. I start in Reno, Nevada, and soon find myself lost and dreaming. I see the majesty of Iran, Mongolia and Siberia in front of me. Places of solitude…
the Valley of Fire
Most things are cyclical if one is patient enough to wait. A moon goes from crescent to full on its continuous orbit around the earth. Caterpillars cycle through the cocoon to morph into butterflies. I cycle back to the deserts as the wind chimes of the ancient earth dwellers call my name. The desert chill…
Quadrophenia in Reno
My first vinyl album was from The Who. Sadly, I no longer have the record nor the kick ass record player, only memories. When I heard the band was touring in the USA, I figured it was time for me to relive the memories of youth and see them before they were six feet under….
the symphony of the ocean
I find a last minute flight down to Las Vegas, wondering about the fifteen hours I’ll spend in Sin City. Family comes first, as they say, and so I arrive to support my niece during her National Cheer dance competition. She’s nine. I tell her to just have fun and not focus on winning. I…
inside Earth’s depths…
A lone hawk swoops down out of the thick fog, its giant wingspan floating across my windshield, then disappears back into the clouds. It’s the first sign of life I’ve seen in hours along the lonesome Nevada highway.Towns out in the nothingness here are intriguing, remnants that hold stories of old if one stops to…