The angel headed hipsters are making ironic jokes about Judd.
Welcome to Marfa.
So the journey has ended and we made it from San Francisco to Marfa and back. It was a long trip and a lot of miles to think and see some pretty outstanding natural beauty in America.
Along the road I met a lot of great people, some I knew only online and others we bumped into at various stops along the way. Meeting strangers and spending time with them is not to be taken lightly. I think learned a little from everyone I met. Getting into some wide open spaces is a good way to clear your mind and think about new ideas and old themes afresh.
Marfa? Well, turned out that Alpine is a lot nicer. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a pretty town, a small place and does not appear to be littered with chain food and coffee branches so that’s a blessing. There’s a lot of art, some bookstores and three hotels – all booked at the weekend and all fairly expensive. Maybe I’m getting old or maybe the small towns on the way were so filled with charming locals, but I found the self conscious and arty ways of Marfa more like the attitudes on either coast. Self-conscious, too self aware.This seemed displaced in the middle of a deserted area. If you’re headed that way, visit for sure, but stay in Alpine if you can and talk to the people there. I liked them a lot, even the half-cut cowboy in the Buffalo Rose and his friends who were so embarrassed that they continually apologised for his amusing outbursts.
I like being on the road. I like looking around and processing things. I like a different place to the one I live in. It’s a vacation from everything familiar and not so challenging for language and culture as to make it hard work. An easy way to take your mind out for a steam clean.
Blogging on the road has been fun too. I was armed with an Acer Aspire One, a Flip – first generation and a Cannon 450 D. Shooting a place you have an affection for makes the action easier. It’s good practice and sharpened the pencil a little I guess. I had forgotten what it was like to file my own copy without having to report to someone else.
It seems a shame to draw this one to a close but the journey is done and so are the words from the road. There’s always some place new to take my feet.
JK – “Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” Matsuo Bashō