Alright, here is a glimpse of the road trip car (which I named Theodore at some point). My bike (her name is Trudy) was strapped to the back. The backseat was perpetually stuffed to the top with our crap (bulky camping gear, Aj’s painting supplies, loose shoes, food, photo equipment, tarps, baskets, etc). At this particular moment, in the front seat, there was an atlas (never really used), more photo equipment, a Susan Sontag book (which I never finished), my toothbrush/paste dangling out of my purse, loose wallets, and some sort of juice beverage thing. You’ll also notice the sunroof was down, because it was a frickin’ gorgeous day in the Southwest so why wouldn’t it be down?
I miss the road. A lot. If I could travel and photograph forever, I’d be the happiest gal in the whole wide world.
[from the archives; September, 2011; somewhere in New Mexico]