Somehow, at this time of year, the brightness and warmth of the Mojave is welcoming. Your words "Still, I’m drawn to its bleakness, and the remains of communities left to the blazing heat, blowing sand and acrid air" are a perfect description. Those things, oddly, pull a tiny thread in one's heart. Nothing could be appropriate for a Standard Oil station of the past to be bestowed with footwear of those who have walked after Standard Oil left the scene. A great way to begin a January morning!
Thanks. The more desolate and forgotten the more I savor the stories of these places. I realized today that graffiti plays a plaintive role as in God, pay more attention. This comes to you from Eye Associates. I’ve been in computer hell today. I’ll read and comment on your post later tonight or tomorrow morning.
Somehow, at this time of year, the brightness and warmth of the Mojave is welcoming. Your words "Still, I’m drawn to its bleakness, and the remains of communities left to the blazing heat, blowing sand and acrid air" are a perfect description. Those things, oddly, pull a tiny thread in one's heart. Nothing could be appropriate for a Standard Oil station of the past to be bestowed with footwear of those who have walked after Standard Oil left the scene. A great way to begin a January morning!
Thanks. The more desolate and forgotten the more I savor the stories of these places. I realized today that graffiti plays a plaintive role as in God, pay more attention. This comes to you from Eye Associates. I’ve been in computer hell today. I’ll read and comment on your post later tonight or tomorrow morning.