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Saturday, February 04, 2006

bound, during the construction...

These dog days have me longing for Mexico, dreaming of sand or gravel beneath my feet.

Walking is another escape from a weekly life, of life under florescent lighting.

It's my intention to share a transition photograph that I captured during a walk, one that introduces the viewer to the surroundings of the construction site.




She was there with a dainty chain around her waist, and wings cropped. Drawing strangers near, and asking her to stay, the chain held on. There is a building under construction in the distance, beyond the bound statue. Another structure for the worship of florescent lighting, a tribute to efforts well done.






It looks as if this building is being assembled from prefabricated components. It's in the same general area as the construction that is next to the statue, if not the same building. It's part of the same building complex.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

the dog is upon us...

Screeching to a halt, coming at ya, 'n all. I'm welcoming the Chinese New Year with a few pictures. Happy New Year!



Just remember to keep taking photos this year, despite the dogged days.








Keep on track with some new treads, or a splendid ride during the New Year.







Lighten up the New Year with the fireworks, from your heart's internal desire.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

in a canyon, lost track of time...

There I was, paused at Cabo Pulmo, Baja California Sur, with a warm campfire and a sleepy sunrise. It was a cool holiday, me returning safely, more or less. I may slip back into that story again, at a later date, missing La Paz, Baja California Sur, and the ferry crossing to the mainland.

The current drift is a combination of two areas that were captured on the same 35mm film, the Day of the Dead (Dia de los Muertos), and Death Valley National Monument, along with a soiled typewriter.



Dia de los Muertos display, San Francisco.
















Dry mud flakes, near the Zabriskie Point area of Death Valley National Monument.






Super 8 camera action at the bottom of the Ubehebe Crater, Death Valley National Monument.






The green typewriter at the Wild Side West (Saloon), San Francisco. Circa 2001.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

an interlude for ya, to cuddle with...

I'm pleased with the holiday of the past, wanting to take an interlude, away from my retrospective photo story, to the magical world of impressions, in the form of an assembled wire flower, made of found objects at Cabo Pulmo, Baja California Sur, Mexico.

The holiday started in San Francisco, with me catching the bus. From there it was a journey south, more or less, to Cabo Pulmo, where you found me in the previous entry.

Oh, it was a romantic setting when viewed in my mind's eye, a rather rustic view I might add. There were not many perks, no luxury to speak of in the camp. There were people, tourists, and a curious mind. I did make a friend in a very short time, while he ate an afternoon snack in his van. He gave me photos of fish, taken while he snorkel during the night, only then could he get close enough to snap a photo of them. This is worth mentioning, as one of those photos is included in the detailed scan of the assembled flower.



There were shells, chalky white ones, worn from the thrashing waves and wind. There was a fire during the night, with people scattered about, newbies like me, wanting to experience some adventure.



To the point, and coming at ya, I share the assembled flower that was created during a morning walk among small rocks, near the campsite and pelicans. It was born out of desire, and a moment that I long for. It, unknowingly, shared the rest of the journey with me.



Awakening to the swoosh of the tiny waves, nestled in a sleeping bag, the sunrise greeted me during the morning, as ya see it. Circa 2000.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

off to the assemblage...

Gasping for mobility, really wanting to stay put, I headed away from that beach setting, with innocent dogs remaining curious in the adjacent mud flat, never causing harm. It was time to return to the border, several hours away. I was feeling very active, without a tendency to rest, recovered more or less.



After a few hours of driving, I took the time to catch a view of the sunset in the rear-view mirror of the bus, while heading towards the border.


Passing through the dry darkness, along a well managed highway, the bus rolled. I began to recapture a few highlights from the journey, while trying to nap. I was on the mainland now, heading for Mexicali, a border town.



I recalled the streets of La Paz, in Baja California Sur. Remembering the large blocks of ice that I passed during a morning walk. It was an odd sight for me, almost surreal, while looking forward to the heat of that day.










The stay at the beach, where sleeping included a view of the stars a few weeks before, and a sleeping bag during a windy night, I recall Cabo Pulmo, Baja California Sur.





Driven by loneliness or an attraction, gathering fragments of civilization near the rocks at the beach, I made a primitive sculpture while at Cabo Pulmo. Circa 2000.

Monday, January 16, 2006

back to the iron...

Sitting on the beach, after a fever and a few possibly cheerful wild dogs, I wondered what was next. It was not a serious illness, just a bit of a flu from a shared dorm, back up the train tracks, in a travelers hotel in Creel, Mexico. The group meals in the hotel were friendly, and food as spicy and flavorful as the people who joined me during mealtime. It's just that a few of the pillow huggers in the dorm area had a bit of the flu, leaving me in a state of exhaustion two days later, on that delightful beach. In my mind's eye, there were no worries. The beach was a splendid place to remember the previous week of travel.



The memories of the train ride to Creel, a few days before, were still fresh in my mind.






Creel was a nice place to chill out, with the tracks passing through the center of the town.







The hotel water tank, along with the entire town, was masterfully created, sometimes looking like an assemblage of lost items.

More or less, I'm taking time with this entry because I wanted to share another favorite photo of the train ride to Creel, Mexico. Circa 2000.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

and then you wait for it...


Experiencing a fever on the beach is a rather odd situation, although it's a good a place as any, no appetite accompanied with a sheet of blue water and wild dogs, specifically five wild dogs, with one growling. It may have been that they took turns growling, hard to say while I was sleeping for 24 hours. There was a great view under these conditions, people checking into a makeshift gypsy-like camp, with others just shouting about.

This entry title "and then you wait for it..." relates more to my lack of creativity, than the past experience of a minor illness, while in Guaymas, Mexico.


I still remember these wild dogs. I really wanted them to sleep on, or near my sleeping bag, as one did early in the morning. It was just another odd moment in time, leaving me to form some kind-of acceptable plan, falling back on the lack of a plan, leaving me to count time then ignore time.

I assume that's what a holiday can be about at times, putting away the wristwatch and letting your senses follow the rhythm of the sun. Circa 2000.