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| rain, taters, and ruinsOverall, my experience here at Fort Davis has been wonderful. Two nights ago, I saw the rings of Saturn through a giant telescope, (it looked like an olive with a toothpick going through it.) I've taken hundreds of pictures, (and I'm hoping that my film pictures turn out, because I snapped one of Hotel Limpia, and it's vine-covered walls.) Last night we had steak and taters, and good company. This morning I woke up at 11:00, (which I haven't done in FOREVER,) and lazed about enjoying the rainy weather. Now, I'm going to go see my mom dressed up as a servant making biscuits in the Fort's reproduced kitchen, and then it'll be time to head back home. | | |
| Fort Davis, TexasMy mother signed up for the Park Ranger program this summer, and is currently stationed in Fort Davis, Texas. I remember going to McDonald Observatory as a child, but I can't recall anything about the Fort, (if there was ever anything to recall.) I was pretty bummed that the Sag didn't wanna join me for the 4th of July celebrations being held there this weekend, (drum duty calls,) but the more I think about it, the more excited I become about my little adventure.
The desire to travel has been pressing against me lately. A great weight. I feel like I'm not doing what I should be doing, which is--to the best of my knowledge--recording the world. Even if it's just pieces and parts, just the idea that it's something new, or something different, is so appealing. (My thoughts are so muddled today...these ten hour days are no fun.)
The only time I can recall traveling a great distance alone was when I was ten years old, and I flew to Arkansas to spend a long weekend with my Aunt. One of my most vivid memories of that trip is the long afternoon of miniature golf. There was a giant fake hippo in a pond, and the green vegetation floating atop the water had me convinced the whole thing was plastic...imagine my surprise when I pulled my hand back, drenched and dirty. My other, rather depressing memory is that of sitting on the plane on the way home, teary-eyed and longing to stay with my Aunt forever. Ten years old and cursing myself for always giving into my emotions; it was a tradition to cry at our separation. The stewardesses sat me in first class and gathered around me, trying their best to cheer me up. I sniffled and sobbed until lift-off, but once in the air, I calmed down.
Every other journey has been with someone or a group of people. And actually, I won't be totally alone, my brother will be with me, but it's different traveling with him. He won't be there helping me with directions, (though good company nonetheless.) Once I get there, I'll be walking solo to all the weird locations that catch my eye. Exploration, alone. Discovery, alone. And though there's a gnawing nervousness--that timidity and caution that always sits on the edge of anything new I attempt--there is also excitement and joy. Star parties, festivities, old decor, primitive shops, photographic opportunities.
It doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but for anyone that knows me, it's definitely a stepping stone.
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| Library/little girl dreamQuickly, I dreamt about amassing a great library, full of old books, photo albums, snippets and pieces of history. (A beautiful old building?) It had something to do with being young. I feel like I may have been a little girl, stealing things from my classrooms to contribute to my collection. I feel like I may have been able to open the books or look through the pictures and simultaneously experience the events. It feels like there is something more important lingering on the outskirts of the dream, but I can't remember! I remember a forest, (perhaps Ruidoso?) and maybe even riding a horse, but everything is very vague and sporadic. | | |
| I watched "Closer" over the weekend; I hadn't seen the movie in years. It has such an intense dialogue. I think it's a tad wittier than everyday feuds and verbals exchanges, (at least ones I've seen,) but it's one of those movies that stays on repeat in my head for days. A real chord striker.
Dan: Who are you?
Alice: I'm no one!
[Alice spits in Dan's face. Dan raises his hand to slap her]
Alice: Go on, hit me. It's what you want. come on, hit me, fucker!
[Dan slaps Alice]
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