I just went on an amazing solitary hike around Terlingua, over a hill, past Clyde’s house that burnt down and back into the Ghost Town where I currently live at Sinta’s. The wind had whipped up my dry seriously unwashed hair into a vision I can only describe as a bunch of desert twigs scrunched
Oh Frank, how do I love thee? How do I begin to count the ways!!!
A spontaneous jam session happens around the firepit for hours outside the Starlight Theater, Terlingua TX in the middle of the night. Jim Keaveny (guitar and harmonica), his girlfriend Anna on the fiddle, my friend Frank (Cuatro), Shand Walton (guitar), my travel buddy Brett squeezed in between and the rest of the locals around. I’ll
I left for this adventure with a wide open heart, somehow instinctively knowing I would never forget it, for everything I would learn. Weeks before the trip I felt the rumble of thunder in the ache of my bones, knowing the experience would widen and shape me like a young canyon hit by a flash
Meet Brett – who could best be described as my ‘super psyched’ companion for the week or so long Texas adventure I mentioned a while back. As you can see he’s a mechanical midwife of sorts, an engine gigolo, which has come in very handy with the guaranteed, yet somehow ‘completely unexpected’ mechanical failures on
So I usually don’t do the whole insurance thing, I don’t have any for myself, not even health insurance until its more affordable, but for some reason its different with my kitty Frolina. I realised that she likes to jump up into warm car engines, run all around town in a 3 mile radius, run
At the center of my being I have the answer. I know who I am, and I know what I want.
From the wonderful BBC documentary, A Boy Among Polar Bears, this video clip shows the young Inuit building his first igloo. Watch it on YouTube. I think I may have enjoyed this part even more: Following his father’s footsteps – A Boy Among Polar Bears “The hunters must journey far out over the frozen sea,