I was recently forced to purge hundreds of photos from my Flickr account, as they changed ownership and subsequently changed their free model. It made me realize the impermanence of anything online – everything is bound to the terms-of-service, and the reality is that all this representation of thoughts and feelings are nothing more than ones and zeroes in a hard drive somewhere, waiting for the plug to get pulled.
Not that the idiosyncrasies of half-thought drivel are of importance to anyone, but I wonder if it bodes the same for our memories. That one day, everything will be forgotten.
Thank your lucky stars. What stories will you tell your children?
There was another beautiful Bay Window bus in the parking lot of Zabriskie Point, with what sounded like a guy and two girls giggling inside. I was debating whether or not to share some photos of our buses together, but eventually opted to leave them alone lest I happen to disrupt any fun activities unfolding behind their closed curtains. :)
What is normally a barren expanse of rocky washes has turned into an explosion of color. If life can survive in these places, what sort of color is waiting to bloom in the barren expanse of our own humanity?
Last night. Death Valley. Horizon to horizon, an enormous wall of glistening diamonds. Escape the city, escape the noise. Home is where you park it, even if it's only for a few hours. Keep building memories that last forever.