Some thoughts and photos on the road to Oklahoma...
As I roll on this ribbon of black I try to turn my thinking into my work. My thoughts can become a book, a movement, an entire life!
Black Ribbons
Upon our journey under the sun
On the highways and byways
We travelled until we won
Our endless craving for adventure.
Hitting the open road,
As if it were our scripture.
The Desert leads us aimlessly,
On a course fulfilled by few,
Through a million Joshua Trees
And through a landscape of mystery.
The heat shimmering from the road,
Guiding us to the palace of plenty.
Although the ground is barren and dead,
Dried up from years of hot baking sun,
The desert kindles our ambition instead
And inspires us to explore the dry and hot landscape galore.
Much is hidden, much is found along these stretches of black ribbon we peruse,
But we search for much much, more
Than just the simple act of seeing.
We explore the coasts and valleys; we search the scenic byways,
We implore for freedom in this land to improve or soul and wellbeing.
We are men of the road, wanderlust, scruffy, and tired.
Our skin is leathered and sunbaked,
But our souls our rich with fire.
Until our bodies give out and our lives are timely done,
We will keep searching the open road
We will have done it, we will have won.
Adventure is what we look for, anywhere under the sun.
We ride in trains, planes, and automobiles searching for new frontiers.
We stretch our arms around the world leaving no dream undone.
I spent this whole year going slow... not much to show for a year but the first year is always slow... right? Time to move and roam finally. Time to live fast again.
The road is a heavily used metaphor, a drug to some, not most. The road is the path of life and life is pretty much just one long road.