it's crazy windy today. when i was riding up congress, around 2nd and 3rd streets where the parking lots are it was like the wild west. high winds, dust blowing everywhere. i expected to see a tumbleweed go blowing across congress. i halfway expected it to be me on my bike blowing head over wheels across the street. there'll probably be a shoot out at high noon.
i remember seeing my first tumbleweed ever. it was in marfa about 4 years ago. dan and i were driving through town. it was the middle of the afternoon on martin luther king day, or something. everything was closed. one came tumbling in front of us. i desperately wanted to jump out of the van and chase it. catch it and bring it home. raise it as part of the family. the next year we took lots of videos.
tumbleweed. they look just like they do in the movies.
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I saw my first tumbleweed in Arizona. It was Christmas time; my parents and I were visiting my brother and his family in Zuni, New Mexico. We were doing that Grand Canyon thing.
The weed rolled by us outside a gas station. The wind was dusty, and grit got into my teeth. That may have been my first moment of falling in love with the desert.
falling in love with the desert can make you realize how beautiful and exilerating solitude can be.
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