In three weeks I will be on my way to Vegas. Part photography assignment, part visit with a dear friend, I look forward to the adventure. With Rayme, it’s always an adventure, and with me… Well, one could say the same.
Road tripping through the desert alone will undoubtedly put me where it always does, in the place where there is nothing else, where real life evaporates into the ether and there I am with nothing on the page. For hours, maybe days, I will follow the asphalt ribbon through the void of reality, and simply dream, imagine, and plot, if not pray. The desert, for me, is about letting go, musing, and inhaling expanse.
The subjects of my assignment are performing artists. Many of them. All at the graduate level and about to embark on what will one day be remembered as the precious gem of life’s path: stepping into it with hope, an open mind, an untainted heart, and little mind clutter yet. Early steps are springy, bouncy with freshness of mind, the white time before hues of experience leave their transparent stains.
The last time I saw Rayme, I had some seriously creative fun. This time, who knows what will happen? Good things always do when I take the solo sojourn across the desert to see my kindred.