Look closely and see my spirit animals. Wild mustangs. A redundancy, I know, but clarification for the uninitiated.  

Look closely and see my spirit animals. Wild mustangs. A redundancy, I know, but clarification for the uninitiated.  

Two paths diverge in the desert. One has been traveled countless times by my meandering stream and it compatriots. The other a ghost of younger days. Both lead to the same potentiality in destination , but how could they? The music makes the man, and this chorus needs memories as much as members, and each path sings a different tune. 

Two paths diverge in the desert. One has been traveled countless times by my meandering stream and it compatriots. The other a ghost of younger days. Both lead to the same potentiality in destination , but how could they? The music makes the man, and this chorus needs memories as much as members, and each path sings a different tune. 

EditUpdate20160916.2311PST@ Great Basin, Nevada desert on HWY50: Listening to a classic book on tape, The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran. In actuality I am crossing an ancient sea bed that covered most of Nevada and Utah. The Ichthyosaur was discovered about 50 miles south of my current location. And this passage is read to me, so apropos: http://a.co/0x6tF09

 EditUpdate201609.2048PST: #realityIsTheNewVirtualReality

Taking the road less traveled. It's been a good 15 years since I've driven cross country through the southwest. This is why you call an immersive sensory deprivation/overload and cultural indoctrination experiment. Art or Philosophy?

 

10 years ago I had a plan to travel the country in my two tone '72 VW bus, the original tiny house, back when "tiny house" was a vernacular architecture based on urban and economic necessity. My 1600cc VW with dual two barrel carbs was outfitted for survival and creative endeavors. My hammock fit perfectly, leaving plenty of room for art supplies, books, and pillows to read and write the book I planned to publish on the journey. The city of LA literally stole my bus and some other events quickly put an end to those plans. But the dream has never left me. Now, a decade later, I am following in the footsteps of several of my past lifetimes that have become bookends throughout my 34 years on this spinning speeding molten rock. This time I'm wiser, more skilled, better prepared.

 

An old mentor related the necessity of being lost back then. It resonated with me then as much as it does now; indeed it has been a theme throughout. I'd rather find myself, through getting lost in the wilderness, while forging ahead chasing my fears, than wake up an old man finding I've always been lost, defined by misguided fears.

 

Fear is the mind killer.

I will let my fear pass over me,

And through me.

And when it has passed,

I will turn and follow the path

That it has wrought.

And I will find that

Only I remain.

The OG tinyhouse.  

The OG tinyhouse.  

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost, 1916

Thank you, friend.  

Cousin A.  

Cousin A.  

Packed up tiny shop.  

Packed up tiny shop.  

In process packing tiny shop.  

In process packing tiny shop.  

Easy access mobile drill press. Making under carriage bearing plates for flush mount tie downs for job box and the '75 MX400  

Easy access mobile drill press. Making under carriage bearing plates for flush mount tie downs for job box and the '75 MX400  

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