Lets go to Colorado- Stay Awake All Night, Climb Mountains All Day

Night sky at the reststop
These Flags and Trains, Trinidad Colorado
My kind of freedom
Pizza at the Shaft (seriously)
The Great Divide!
Lobo Overlook, Colorado
These mountains, Colorado
The best burger we had in Colorado the pilars of woods here, Colorado
Brian in the San Juan Mountains
Moss covered rocks, Colorado
the landscape here Coffeehouse cafe
In my Pj, the cat was friendly
Breakfast of champions
Gas station dreamin'

So by now, it’s a known fact that I can never document my travel-adventure-whathaveyou things even close to the time they happen. But in between my day job, keeping up with friends and loved ones, the crap-top of creative projects i’ve got going on, not to mention my yawning cavern of endless procrastination skills, its sorta the best I can do. Anyways, with that being said, these photos were taken in August, and they’re just a brief overview of the time me and my bf spent in the San Juan Mountains region of Colorado. For the little time we spent there, just 3 days, we covered a lot of ground and over the next 2 weeks i’ll be posting more detailed posts of the areas I dragged him through- ehem I mean, of the areas we willingly explored together.

~m

Art Journal Monday- Such A Lovely Roadside Attraction

Quiet words on even quieter pagesScraps of paper, art journal remnantsArt journal monday, camera art journal mondays coffee and art journals Art journal words and scribbles Smudges and words IMG_7247 Such a Lovely Roadside attraction Clean art journal pages, scribbles of a mess

I haven’t been sleeping well lately.

Instead i’ve been finding myself up on the lonely side of midnight, tearing pages out of notebooks and lusting after watercolor skills. I fluctuate between happiness that spreads across pages like stained glass windows of color, and the kind of sadness that picks listlessly at the margins of deadline due papers. But there is so much to do, so much to see, languages to learn, different kinds of coffee to drink, music to pour into my ears with reckless abandon and usually around 3am I pull myself together enough to put my colored pencils in a rainbows order, clean up my paper scrap mountain messes and head to sleep, finally.

Creativity is a blessing but sometimes.
Sometimes it fries my brain and leaves me staring at my walls with wide owl eyes, a sea of colors flowing into connections but no energy to make it into reality. Tea helps though, and a friend suggested meditation, but we’ll see what sticks. Maybe I should just open up an all night coffee shop, call it “Creative’s Cafe”, stock it with art supplies and semi-decent coffee and just roll with it. Maybe?

Music on repeat this past week:
Ribs (Lets Have a Sleepover Version)- Lorde, Ryan Hemsworth Remix
MakeDamnSure– Taking Back Sunday
Lifeforms– Daughter
Operation Prometheus– Kraddy
Holy Soul– Salt Cathedral
House of the Rising Sun– Lauren O’ Connell (cover)
Do you Realize?– The Flaming Lips
Listen to The Math– Tokyo Police Club

On a side note, I did actually go out and buy a set of watercolor tubes and supplies this weekend so…fair warning, expect to see oddly wet pages and utterly crappy colored things sometime soon.

~m

Boston, MA- The Comprehensive Photo Journal of a Norwegian and Texan

Boston City streets, architectureAt 40 Berkely
Boston Streets from my window
Our travelers beds in Boston
Metropolis Cafe, Boston MA
A fancy fine dinner
Empty streets, still alive- Boston, MA
Waking up, Kat and white light
City Streets, architecture in Boston, MAAll the tourist just like us

treats and more at the market
Best coffee, a lovely person
Inside heaven
These old streets, Boston
Lovely architecture in Boston, MA
By the docks- Boston, MA
Over the green

Kat Smiles in Boston
Loved Gucci
Last day, mismatched socks

( dear gods finally, this is the LAST post ever concerning the travel adventures that were had by me and my good friend Kat back at the end of May. I’ve loved going through all the photos I took, recounting every single adventure and ill-advised spur of the moment jaunt through nowhere but… considering how long it’s taken me to get it all out here, i’m sorta-kinda-really glad it’s done now. I have a backlog of photos from my trip to Colorado, not to mention all the photos i’ve been taking from the weekend wanderings i’ve been doing to forgotten towns here in North Texas, to share and while I don’t like “live blogging”, I do like the idea of posting my photographic journal-adventure-things at least somewhat near the time that they happen. Do you know, I still have photos from the trip I took back in January to San Francisco that I’ve yet to share? Aha, i’m fairly ridiculous. Anyways, for anyone that might be at all interested, i’ve posted links to all the posts from this adventure in order at the end, and good heavens thats a lot of links. )

We were tired and worn out by the time we hit Boston’s city limits. There’s a world weariness that settles into a travelers limbs after drinking too much coffee, crossing way too many state lines and running through your music playlists till your at the point where you contemplate turning on the radio. Heading into Boston from Rhode Island was just…dear gods, just a pain. Actually, strike that, a pain would have been welcome compared to the unmitigated nightmare that was trying to navigate the highway and city roads just to try and get our rental car back in one piece near abouts the designated time. But all traveling has its ups and downs, and traffic is nothing to bring the mood down over. We managed to make it to the rental agency near around the time we were supposed to, eventually got a cab to pick us up and take us to our hostel, and once there, we collapsed on the beds for a good few.

Later, we got our stuff together enough to head out for dinner, and somehow ended up seated at a place that had dim lighting, soft music and elegant diners as far as the eye could see. Metropolis Cafe, not exactly our usual kind of place in even the slightest, but I remember looking at Kat and saying something like “Just go with it” and so thats how I ended up drinking my first glass of wine, eating something I can’t remember but can say was utterly delicious, and both of us ordering dessert because at that point there was just nothing else to do but go all in. We wandered the dark city streets afterwards, everything empty but still alive in the best way, getting lost on our way back but eventually making it in one piece and falling asleep to thoughts of finding a bar maybe the next day for a good drink .

The next day was a blur of crowded city streets, not enough coffee and then too much coffee, touristy hot spots, souvenir shopping (i needed postcards for my penpals and Kat needed a fridge magnet in the shape of the state to add to her collection from the rest of the states we had been in) and then just plain shopping as we found ourselves in a comic shop that had an overabundance of nerdy things to covet and dream of stuffing into our already to bursting luggage. This wasn’t my first time in Boston, but it was my first time there with a friend, and that made it all kinds of interesting. Food was had, and Kat ordered me a  white russian, being the ex-bartender that she is who was (Ahem, IS ) determined to find something I’d like enough to get drunk on. Eventually we found ourselves sitting on benches at a park near the harbor (it might have been the Christopher Columbus Waterfront park, I think ) and we people watched there for what felt like ages, breathing in that unique feeling of rushing-nonestop-timelessness you can only find in Boston.

The next morning, when we packed everything up to set off to our respective destinations  (Logan International for me, South Station Bus Terminal for her ), the only clean socks I had left didn’t match, and I remember shrugging, putting on my “Always Be Yourself, Unless you can be Batman, Then Always Be Batman” shirt, my only semi-clean pair of jeans and thinking… whatever, fuck it.

Boston just kinda brings out that kind of attitude in you, first and always.

~m

( The first 1-3 days, spent in NYC )

The First Meeting, AKA Newark Aiport
St. Patricks Cathedral
First day in NYC, Central Park and Books
Central Park Loveliness
Towards Bethesda Fountain
The Alice In Wonderland Statue in Central Park
Battery Park Views and South Manhattan, Financial District
South Street Seasport, Manhattan
Brooklyn Bridge, I adore you
Grand Central Terminal
Museum of Natural History, Pt1.
Obsessing over Minerals, Meterorites and Gems in the Natural History Museum
The Natural History Museum, Pt. 2
NYC, Outtakes and Random Advice

(Day 3-4 spent headed through Massachusetts towards Maine, then in Maine )

Gloucester, MA
Bits of Advice when On A Roadtrip
Searsport,Maine
Moose Point State Part, at the Oceans Edge
Into the Woods of Moose Point State Park
Belfast, Maine
Augusta, Maine
Across the River, Reflections on Traveling

(Days 4-6 Spent in New Hampshire )
Wandering the rivers Bedrock in Converse
Around the Muddy Bend, In White Mountains Natl.Forest
Rocky Gorge, New Hampshire
Heading up to the falls, adventures in the New Hampshire woods
Champey Falls and exploring up in the Woods
The New Hampshire Story

( Day 6 spent in Vermont )
Vermont was Lovely

(Day 6-7 spent in Connecticut )
Dinosaur State Park
A Castle In Connecticut

(Day 7-8 Spent in Rhode Island )
A Beachwalk in the Storm
The Rhode Island Tale

And yup, this is the last post when it comes to that whole adventure. Just reading through this whole thing tires me out a little, seriously. Not that I wouldn’t do it all again tomorrow of course. Sanity, thy name is not M.

Why are the Coffee Cups So Small?- The Rhode Island Tale

Slices, who needs slices?Starwar games in Newportthe whole pie, Newport RIIn Newport, we Sleep
Ms fables and coffee (red hair back then)
Houses all in a row, Newport RITiny, tiny coffee cupsFish and chips in Rhode Island
Lovely Walls in Newport RI
The Cliffwalk, Newport RI
Lets sit for a bit, Rhode Island
Cliffwalk, Newport, RI
The Breakers
Newport Streets, rain and more rain

The nicest starbucks we visited

The story, when it comes to Rhode Island, could be summed up in two words. Rain being the first, and coffee being the last.  We drove into Rhode Island with grey clouds hanging low, crossing state lines with no fanfare, something wicked playing on the radio and coffee buzzing in our veins. Our slightly-not-too shady motel was at least a step up from what Kat would forever after fondly call the “hookerville” hotel we had come across in our venture in Connecticut and there was a tiny local pizza joint down the road called Kingston Pizza that was just short of magnificent but landed squarely on down-right-amazing. We ate sprawled out on our beds, greasy napkins littering the floor, our limbs a little too exhausted for exploration. I remember we watched the sky get stained a brilliant color as the sun set and hoping against hope that it wouldn’t rain the next day.

( we woke up to a steady drizzle )

The photos I posted earlier of the stormy beach  scene area were taken there in Newport, just before the rain began to truly pour down. We parked at the beach because there was absolutely no parking anywhere near the city center and we wandered back up into town mumbling like zombies, searching desperately for the smell of coffee. We almost stopped at Dunkin Donuts because we had very literally gotten coffee at Dunkin Donuts in pretty much every single state we had been in and it was almost instinct at that point, but decided against it because….actually I can’t remember why we decided against it but instead we ended up at a place called Annie’s instead. Lovely little cafe restaurant, no bad words against it except…. they literally had the smallest coffee cups I have ever seen, to the point where I wanted to ask our waitress if we could perhaps just get bowls instead, because dear gods my dear, this is not nearly a big enough container. But instead of appearing like a raging coffee monster, I sipped my coffee politely, left a good tip and then went off to explore the surrounding streets a little before it really started raining.

Our true caffeine quota was eventually met when me and Kat ended up huddled in the most gorgeous of all Starbucks just before we left Newport to set off for Boston, dripping cold water onto the hardwood floors while watching the rain get heavier and heavier. We had a drive to make though, as much as we would have wanted to stay, and I remember that when we stood up to make our way back to our car a stranger sitting at a nearby table said “You sure you want to go out there?” and we both shrugged and laughed, because it’s not like we could have stayed in Newport forever. Tiny little streets, narrow alleyways that should not be called streets, houses scrunched up against each other, a greyscale rainbow splashed out across the harbor. Newport was lovely, even in the torrential rain.

~m

The Mountain is Not Kind- Art Journal Monday

coffee, art journals and mountains
Mountains sketches in art journal pages
the Mountain is not Kind
Mountains and Coffee sketches
Prose and Mountains
Mountains sketches, art journal
coffee and art journals
fables and coffee, art journal stuff
North Texas Art journals
Seattle dreams and Art journal musings

I moved away from the idea of mountains for a bit a couple of weeks after coming back from my short trip to Colorado (which I still need to post about….eventually…ahem…). The longing was still there, but there were other things that I wanted to settle my mind into, like topics of science, architecture and tiny houses, the Marvel fandom (specifically on tumblr, it’s such a beast of a community), and deserted towns here in North Texas to name a few. But the obsession is back in full force again, and while I still use every other weekend to go and explore the back alleys of towns that linger in the good ole’ western days of the 1800’s here, my heart is full of ridges and valleys, water filled dips and sun blessed plateaus. I don’t currently have any plans for travel, beyond just the usual wanderlust daydreaming, but moving pen across paper, it keeps the longing at bay for at least another week. And hopefully that means that thoughts of ill-advised jaunts to find myself at the foothills of giants again aren’t coming just yet. Maybe. We’ll see?

Currently on repeat :
Sea of Love- Cat Power
Kids- Lady Danville
Lass uns gehen- Revolverheld
Come back for Me- Jaymes Young
For Your Love- The Yardbirds
Houses of the Holy- Led Zeppelin
The Crystal Ship- The Doors
Take Me To Church- Hozier

Also, this playlist is just utterly addicting and fascinates me. It reminds me of the whole atmosphere surrounding the show “True Detective” and makes me want to go off and splash chalk spirals on walls and stain white concrete with black-red ink. I really love music that can peel back your mind and get inside to create things of it’s own.


~m