Our time here in Maryland grows short. Big transactions are taking place and in a few months our new house (from Clayton Homes) will be delivered to this land near the Manzano Mountains in New Mexico.
It is what keeps me going day after day.
I grew up on this land and it’s time to go home and be near my family.
I can’t wait to visit all the local wineries and be able to buy wine at Costco and Trader Joe’s (can’t do that in Maryland). Did you know there is a winery in Albuquerque that has both red and green chili wine?
Most importantly, Xavier and I want an actual home that is not an apartment. We want to have our own space, our own yard, a workshop; our very own hippie homestead with wind turbines, solar panels, and rain collection barrels. (And Wi-Fi… don’t forget the Wi-Fi)
But we want a certain type of lifestyle too. We want to fly light.
That means living with low overhead. Buying a home that is easily affordable instead of barely affordable. We’re minimalist in that regard. We want to spend our money on adventures and experiences instead of on unnecessarily inflated bills.
At first we had planned to buy a tiny house but that proved to be impractical for a whole host of technical reasons, like zoning laws say for instance. As it turned out, it made a whole lot more sense to buy a manufactured home. It’s still small but not so tiny that it has a weed sprayer shower or an electric hotplate for a stove plus I won’t have to be hoisting my dog up a ladder every night when we go to bed.
I really didn’t want to hoist my dog up a ladder.
Anyway, New Mexico awaits, the wheels in the sky are turning and all we have to do is stay the course.
But you have to buy the books, and the colored pencils, and then spend hours actually doing it.
Some call it therapeutic, exhausting is more the word I would use. To balance this need to feel artsy with a laziness inherent to most human beings there is Recolor; a fun app for the iPhone. Coloring via touch screen followed by fun textures and filters. In a nutshell: art for lazy people.
It’s a nice alternative to slamming one’s head into the wall while reading the news.
One of things about abandoned houses that makes them so interesting are the abandoned yards. Unnatural plants fighting for survival while mother nature encroaches. No one comes from the house to save them. Order is restored.
I shot this photo in 2009 but I didn’t get it until just now.
It’s an Arizona Cardinal.
I’ve been all over the great American Southwest, to towns that time passed by.
Speeding down the mother road, a smoke in one hand and snacks littering the floor. Camera gear in the back of the car and hippie deodorant stinking since the day before.
I’ve climbed through barbed wire to explore the Lone Wolf Annex and braved the stray dogs on Backroad to watch the sunset in Madrid Cemetery.
I’ve been chased out of churches by natives with guns and told to go back where I came from.
I’ve heard the call of the void from atop Mt. Charleston. John Denver heard it too when his plane crashed into the Monterey Bay and more recently I sat inside by the window while Debbie Reynolds died of a broken heart.
I’ve been where you’ve been, down this road and that.
To every place left to wilt in the sun.
I’ve been away for awhile. Ventured to the east in the name of love but now our time here grows short and there is much to do.