Nomads we are, one and all.

NomadsHere’s a shot taken at the highest point in Red Rock Canyon, west of Las vegas NV on Christmas day 2008. I heard at least 7 different languages spoken, and nobody was interested in turkey and stuffing, all the usual Xmas stuff.

Nor were they interested in gambling, at least not right now. After the sun goes down?… OK, maybe.

There is much discussion (and protestation) these days about ‘illegal immigrants’ in the US. Especially out here in the west, Texas, AZ, NM, California. And tempers run hot. I read a comment somewhere online: “Calling an illegal alien an undocumented immigrant is like calling a burglar an uninvited house guest.”

Who is here legally?, and what is ‘legal’? …and what is ‘undocumented’ as opposed to illegal?

My head is spinning about all this shit, and probably yours is too.

On the one hand, living here in northern California, we are just a bit tired of (hispanic) people who come here and don’t want to assimilate, & learn english (no, i’m not gonna apologize! – that’s what we speak here, get used to it, learn it? or go home!).

On the other hand…. human history is a history of migration, conquest and assimilation.

Nothing is carved in stone, it is all fluid, up for grabs, only too ready to be rewritten, anytime soon, by anyone who has a pen large enough to rewrite this saga.

The so called ‘native americans’ got here first. OK, i get that. But lets get it straight – they were migrants, from asia.

One of favorite books of all time is Bruce Chatwin’s “The Songlines” about a road trip he took in Australia many years ago. He died young, at 47 yo, in 1989. It was one excellent road trip, a major part of this book is a section of quotes from many authors, over centuries, wisdom about travel. Travel on foot, before autos. Travel is travel, no matter the mode.

B.C. had an encyclopedic memory, for me, this is the best part of the book.

If you haven’t already done so? buy, beg, steal, or borrow a copy. You’ll be glad you did.

I did a montage image from some frames taken in Nevada… that led me to super-impose/ add some of BC’s quotes from many authors, over centuries, wisdom about travel (on foot/ by car?…it is all much the same ‘journey’).

Here’s a small version:


I don’t usually do images with words like this, but this one just fell into place like it was meant to be.

Go here if you really like this, and want a print.

(Hey, help an old guy make it to a retirement that’s not in an RV, OK?)

…and perhaps, i hope, give these thoughts some thought. They are well worth it.

“You cannot travel the path until you have become the path, itself”

“Walk (or ‘travel’, as the case may be) ON!”