Grants Pass (“It’s the Climate”)- Oregon

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Driving from Yrka, California up through the southernmost border of Oregon, to come splintering back into California through giant redwoods, I had to pass through a number of tiny towns that fly past on the highway without a second glance, the only reason for stopping being the rumble in a tummy or an interesting sideshow attraction. I stopped in Grants Pass for the first, a yearning on my lips for something more solid than just coffee and gas station donuts. Having stashed some fresh bread and 4 lovely warm apple turnovers in my car, I thought about taking a look around, to see what this small town might have hidden at it’s center. What I found was a lovely passionate calm that reminded me of the smaller towns i’ve passed through in Texas, and the beauty of being surrounded all around by mountains tall and cold, a fine fog and mist covering and uncovering the town on it’s whim. A perfect stop before heading into the dark and magnificent quiet of the Redwood Highway.


A Still Morning- Waxahachie, TX

It was a quiet morning, a sleepy Sunday at 6 am. I spilled out of bed eyes half shut in the warm glow of June’s heat, wanting to lie in the shower and cool off…. but I had gone to sleep with a goal in my mind of something, something something. I had just recently figured out how to use my camera (kind of) and there was a town I had passed through months before that I wanted to try my new hobby out on. I had yet to realize I loved taking photographs, had yet to go on a 4 days crazy-insane-wtf roadtrip through bible belt states just to explore behind the lens, had yet to survive a pitch black hells highway through mountains and coastlines just for the chance to catch a sunrise on a rocky glass strewn beach.

I guess you could say this is where that changed, probably. Driving past Dallas skyline scrapers, down the semi-empty freeways past factories and fields, well and truly into unexplored, not-talked about territory, I realized I was slightly giddy with the idea of exploring somewhere I knew nothing about, somewhere more small and intimate than I had ever experienced. I was the kind of person who dreamed of visiting London, Prague, Boston, Seattle. Big cities with easily found gems around every corner. But after this little excursion, a morning spent (literally) running around silent and empty streets, poking my head and camera down narrow alleys and walking on empty railroad tracks beside grain silos, I crashed upon the realization that I wanted more than the already expected, I wanted to be surpirsed, I wanted to not know what was around every corner, to explore towns that didn’t show up in travel campaigns.

I still want London, Prague, Boston and Seattle, but I also want the kind of places I can sit on the sidewalk messing with my camera and just enjoy the still and quiet of a morning still waking up.

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