Yesterday, after a short stop at Allsup's in Santa Rosa, NM for, well, you know why I stop at Allsup's...I headed south on 54 to Las Cruces. Two lanes of pure joy, I must say. As you can see, I stopped a few times along the way.
One of my favorite stops was in Duran. I could see it was once a neat little town. After the railroad decided not to stop there, anymore, it just kind of died away.
I stopped a local and chatted for a bit. I asked her "how much is a place in Duran, should I want to move here."
She told me that nothing is for sale. All the land is owned by families and they don't want anyone new moving in. I think she just didn't like my hat.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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I saw it from the interstate, the old, neglected, neon, motel sign sitting along old Route 66. I had to exit and go back. The old motel was as neglected as the sign. This place hasn’t had a patron in ages...
As I walked along the sea in Reykjavik, Iceland on this perfect afternoon, taking shots of the rocks various people had stacked on the shore and enjoying a cigar, an older lady stopped her bike behind me and started talking to me in what I assume was Icelandic.“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,”
I find I lack a certain discipline on the road. The brunt, of which, is paid for by my digestive system...well, and my liver.
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