A lot of the trip has been in my head. So much time alone. It was also a somewhat unusually social trip as well, however. In Baja, saw several friends. In California, also, of course.
The grey Pacific from Hotel La Misión
But even with the periods of social interaction, I feel like the trip was a hermit's journey for the most part. As the days spun out in Baja, so much of what felt killing and suffocating in my life in Phoenix dissolved. I had a lot of work to do in the field and that was a great distraction.
Yet, as I neared the border, I felt it all start to edge its way back in again. Maybe transformed somewhat, maybe in a different form. The main feeling the past week or so has been defensive anger- the kind of anger that is a shield, but also has an edge to it. I guess part of truly leaving something behind also involves burning it to the ground, sometimes.
No idea what to write about. I have to download and edit all of the photos from the trip first-- that is always a powerful way to begin to form a narrative. Right now, there's no narrative and nothing has coalesced in any convincing way. Simmering.
I have a couple of weeks here, and then on the road again June 25-July 19. Headed east next time.
With gratitude for letting us, through your images and words, merge throughout your journey, with the sunlight and air and running water, in such a wondrous way:
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