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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Chameleon Moon

There is something mystical this before and after photo. The blood moon in costume and the next night in casual attire.  No photo retouching.  No losing 89 pounds in 2 weeks or growing back your hair with chipmunk salvia.  This before and after is the real deal and one for the ages.  Thanks to the deep dark desert skies for making this one possible.  Viva Terlingua.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Nothing like BJ's

Some things you just have to love about Terlingua.  Sure there is the Chili Cookoff, the Rio Grande River, the beautiful canyons on the border.  All those things are here without a doubt, but they seem to fade away in the dry desert sands when you know that BJ's are just a half
of a mile down the road.  I have found it causes me to speed up for some reason.  I'm sure BJ's are in a lot of places but they rarely seem to be in my neck of the woods, at least until now.  Rumor has it that BJ's in Terlingua are for sale.  At the very least you can rent.  If you ever make it down to this piece of heaven,  let me know and we will go find BJ's as long as you want.  Just remember to bring your trailer or RV cause the BJ's RV park doesn't have rooms.  

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Ice Box or Oven....No place like home


What is it that makes a place feel like home?  Is it a familiar bed? The person that may be in it? Maybe those friends coming back into your life? As long as you don’t stay away too long.  Friends have a shorter shelf life than we all think.  I’m not sure what makes that feeling happen.  I’ve been back in the desert for a week or so kind of getting my jackrabbits in a row.   I left Yellowstone in 38 degree weather and arrived in Terlingua around a 108 degrees.  I don’t think it’s the change of season.  Today I took a drive out to one of my favorite places in the world along one of my favorite roads.  The Old Maverick Road to the mouth of Santa Elena Canyon.  It was rough, dusty, and hot as hell but for some reason it got under my skin.  Maybe it’s some kind of unseen appreciation that is unique to the individual.  Wouldn’t it be amazing to feel that way where ever you are?