DAY 2
Southwest Rock Study, NM. Harrison
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NORTHERN CALIFORNIA
Ok, for those who have inquired, we are still alive, just not unnecessarily posting. We have decided to only post when we are doing something of interest. We have been off of the road for a while, but are now gearing up towards a big springtime trip.
In other recent developments, Neil and I will be doing our first official Future Road Maps exhibit at our studio/gallery in Long Beach, Ca. this April. More details on that soon…
Right now I am on a 1 week trip to Fort Bragg, Ca. as my better half is going to the Living Light Culinary Institute. My days are spent driving up and down this fantastic coast looking for whatever it is I look for. Neil is at home, so this hardly qualifies as a FRM trip, but I’m thinking of this as a way to keep my chops. A lone Future Road Map following the Neil and Wignall protocol of “Watch how we receive.”
I shot some pretty intense black and white images today, but decided to post something a little more light hearted first. As a side note, if you have never driven the Northern California coast in an ‘83 diesel Mercedes while listening to Grizzly Bear, then you have not lived.
all photos: wignall
So far this coast has been good to me, remind me to tell you about the most amazing crazy lady that I did not photograph.
FORT BRAGG
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
