A perfect moment is always slightly sad because it is passing. Perhaps the artist must make art because the passing of beauty is too painful. He attempts to capture it to lessen the pain.

I find I am many different people. How I behave depends on who I’m with. There are some people with whom I don’t like who I am. There are others who bring out the me I like most.

We depend on the artist to show us what is beautiful. Artists reproduce scenes they found beautiful. We need their eyes; to see natures beauty we must be indoors viewing scenes they’ve chosen for us. How can we be freed from the hold that the artist has over us and see the beauty ourselves?

L.A. night

We drove down, out from the mountains, into an Atlantis of lights. The air became thick as we submerged. Lights shot and lights flashed and lights and lights everywhere.
Upon arrival, late into the night, we went out to see L.A. She surprised me with her beauty, and won my love in the hills.

Arizona night

The sun goes down and then it’s too dark to see. Then the moon comes out and lights the hills for me.
About this time, driving west, cassiopeia on the horizon takes me back to first kisses and old dreams. I wonder who I used to be.

Cactus

God Mountain

We’re packing and soon leaving, and the weather has turned cold on us. Texas will take a full day of driving to cross. Arizona waits impatiently.

I had an incredible cappucino in Austin. When I complimented the barista she replied, “That’s cause I’m fucking awsome!”, and held up her hands with thumbs and pinkies extended.

Austin

Pink Lemonade

I went to Austin with unfair expectations. What impressed me most was unexpected; there are dozens of songbirds on trees along Congress, and they sing beautifully.

I am a time traveller. I travel relentlesly forward through time, meeting the strange people I encounter, and learning their culture.

On long drives I bring a book. I never open it because outside offers so much more.

Perfect moments instantly become memories. A perfect moment, frozen, travelling back through time. We look back fondly, and attempt to recapture that moment.

Barth

You should be able to dance to words, written words should have a beat,
you should be dancing while sitting down, you should dance when on your feet.

First plants now machines!