That's me on the left, during one of the formal photograph sessions I talk about not liking, below. I remember touching that leaf with my left hand. It's one of my only memories from my life before arthritis appeared. On the right is Jean-Michel Basquait. I saw this on the wall outside an exhibit at the Guggenheim in Bilbao, Spain. The lettering on the lower left popped out to me, and was a common presence in his work and this exhibit. Mississippi's shadows seem to follow me no matter where I go, but so does it's light.
Where the hell am I, and how did I get here? It's been three weeks since I've touched this site. In that time, I've uprooted my life in the US and headed to Europe for a meandering adventure with a pack on my back, a loose itinerary in one hand, and a few clear intentions … Continue reading Donde Diablos Estoy y Como He llegado Aqui?