To the North, Kendal Moutain, the Rum distillers, Portugues Antique

Chipped a tooth today and found work,
trying to open a bottle of vanilla
and walking through the rain, of the muddy streets.

The people are good here
they are like people everyhwere,
there is less to distract the eye here though

There is still Grand Turismo 4,
there is still pot,
there is still liquor,
there are always choices.

There are many more elders here,
they are here,
I can feel how young and naive I am,
I am learning,
I am alive and cutting my teeth
and I love it.

I bought a bike from a man who has a bunch of bikes lined along his house and in a chain link fenced cage.
I wasn't sure what the distinction was.
I looked at his two men's bikes that would fit me. One white with thick tires and a rusty chain,
the other thin tired and green. Both made for the mountains.

"How much are each of these?"
"They'r all 10."
A man of few words.

"I'll take the green one. Can I get more air in the tires?"
Round back at the pump, I open my wallet to pay him.

When I left Boulder I took all my money out of the bank, closed the account, cut the line.
so:
"I have 4 dollars and I have a 100...Maybe I should come back tommorrow?"
He laughs and begins to look in the breast pocket of his coveralls. Then, looking at the 5 bills in my hand, thinks again.

"Maybe you should just take off with it today, and if you don't come back tomoro'
I'll shoot you.

He has warm and serious, cloudy blue eyes.

as I ride down the dirt street I realize I didn't check the true of the tires
and the back is wobbling. Still, I have already fallen in love,
and will figure out the details tommorow.

What we call power lines, the road out of town, The San Juan Mountains, To the West

It is quiet enough I can do my work here.
There are no distractions.
I do not intend to make any.
You can write,
you can paint,
you can draw,

realy you can.

Is the speed of the city worth it?

I don't know yet,
but I'm interested in softening my bonds with it.

Your dreams will always out weigh your livelihood. You were not put here to make money and die. It is helpful to remind one self from time to time. Here there is more time. Look: its only 12:21. You don't have the whole day ahead of you...but you have enough.

The sign makers shop, Oldy Timey Photo and a Slow Train

Not only in town,
But all along the corridor from Silverton to Durango,
There is Land,
For sale and cheaper than it thas been in my life time.

I don't know how but we will buy some
We will build a community,
we will farm

I don't know where the money is coming from
it is not up to me
I am a part of it,
I am up to it
This was brought to me,
I just took the bus and met it here.

If you are interested you are welcome to join:
This is the way
the great way,
the old way,

We can remember.
We can remember together.

City Life

No one goes more than 15 any where in town.

An old shcool bus rusts and sings.

And there is land for sale,
potentiality,

"You have to carve your own niche," I was told. You can't just look for work, although there is more work than people to do it. You have to go out and find it. You have to build your own life.
And everyone knows all about everyone.

It is calm and I am exstatic.

Technology and the Elements

Bringing down radio waves from heaven. We got hail in May. I hear Silverton has had snow in every month of the year. Everyone has junk in their yard here. "You know why I like junk?" One man told another, "I like junk because it keeps the rich folks away."

Afternoon storms, the streets muddy and run. Only the sound of dogs and thunder.

Its not just a valley, its a caldera

The aspen leaves are returning, the pine never abandon. Many of the residents exodus in winter, leaving their homes, boarded up for the season, some come for ths skiing.

What is a dead end,


city limits

The license plate says "cupcake."

Kendal Mt, Mineral Creek,

Getting into town was like shell shock. So small, so quiet, and I recognize I am affraid of wild animals at night. In washington the clouds came down to us. Here we are risen into the clouds.

Everyone is an artist here.