"Go and Sin no More"

I guess even the good stuff will eventually tire you out.

Driving across the country and attempting to find something has been, and continues to be an amazing thing for me. I could use even more cliche words to describe it but I think by my journeys end my photographs may be able speak for me, and do without the same cliche's. And that alone would make the journey worth it. If people just took a look and understood. And is that not what it is all about? Maybe what everyone needs most is to simply be truly understood. And whether it is art, or writing, or whatever....it's just all of us communicating and hoping we do ourselves justice. Because if the world only knew us, truly, they would do as we wish. Then maybe everyone would just play the part we have in mind for them?

Che and I have gotten far enough that when I look on the map, I am not inclined to turn backward. And yet we have been still long enough to miss the things a still person takes for granted. My bed, my La Crouset wok, and my electric tea kettle all call me intermittenly. And I feel guilty and weak when they do. I am strong enough to stay this course, and see this country, but I am easing down no roads. It does not work like that. As a matter of fact I think seeing this country in the shape that it is in, and in the shape that I am in, may land me in therapy. It can get heavy. You take sooo much in and find it is difficult to let go of a comparable amount. And so your balance is not constant and takes it's toll. But you roll on and think "I will think about that at journey's end."

It's not like the thought of tragedy and the increase of risk escapes you. It is just that you believe it is worth it. You skip by some, and see others a little too close. But that is okay because there are still a number of places that you have to go, and more film to waste. You just sort of walk on and do your best to simply love it all.

And though you understand nothing, you hope a few hearts or minds get you in the end.