I met a lady who looked exactly like the woman on the cover of Led Zepplin IV in Point Arena, California. She had a bundle of long thin sticks attached to her back pack, I mean, people, she was that lady. I decided I would offer her 6 dollars, which was all of the cash in my pocket, if I could photograph her.
Many of you know that I tend to rant, I rant about fluoride in the water, about chemtrails, about EMF’s… you get the idea. Well I asked the Led Zepplin IV lady, with as much charm as I could muster, if I could quickly make a photograph of her, and I would give her all the money I had on me. Rather than an incoherent Charles Manson-like-homeless-freak person, she ended up being a weathered, but strangely coherent conspiracy lunatic living home free, off the grid, and owner of one of the most fantastic quilts I had ever seen.
She thanked me for asking her permission to photograph her, but said absolutely not, and then went on a rant the likes I had never heard. There will be no pictures because the chemicals pollute the earth, and the ocean, and the EMF’s and the poles shifting and chemtrails ad infinitum. She ranted me under the table for an hour, and then asked if I would avert my eyes for a moment as she peed on the ground. Watch how I receive indeed.
I took that as my cue to leave because it just does not look good standing around homeless people while they urinate. I did however have to confront the fact that I am a coward because I talk about dropping off the grid, but I believe I need money to do it. The simple truth is, if I’m willing to give all this up, I can have freedom. Does true freedom equal loss of ambition? Loss of art? I don’t know. Here is some trains and stuff:
Train Study, Fort. Bragg wignall
Train Study II, Fort. Bragg wignall
Volkswagen, Fort. Bragg wignall