Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

West Virginia, 2005 - Click the image for a larger view.

Open Road

The open road holds no bounds!
'Round curves and swerves of wheels,
we feel our destinations reel!
What's up ahead? Will you be there?
Will I?

We are all travelers here.
You drive your own vehicle.
I drive mine. Sometimes we
hitch a ride, passengers to
the other's steer.

Do you hear the wind?
Open your window.
Let's go for a spin.

I will wait for you beyond the mountain
where spring has hastened, where jonquils bloom.
And in the garden there is room for song and dance.
Come along! Take a chance! We will arrive
ready for the robin's call!

What will you bring?
Bring yourself. That is all
we need,
the open road pleads.

open road
speak to me
and listen
to my step


iceland, 1990


on the road to egypt, 1989

Road trip, West Virginia, 2005

Whichever way we travel,
by foot, by car, by boat, by plane,
it is the journey to attain.

If we focus on the destination,
we miss the panarama, the vista.
The trip itself should be our vocation,
sista!

the journey is the goal
the trip's the destination -
the moving makes me whole.
the road is my creation.

the moving makes me whole.

If we focus on the destination,

Zion is always around the next curve, over the next hill,

Shangri-La is where the road reaches the sky as you climb a mountain with its summit in the clouds.

Monarch Pass Colorado, and I did have a camera

Getting dark, snowy gray light, snow flakes as big as hubcaps, a soft sizzzzzzzz sound of the snow flakes hitting the ground. Virgin snow, such a wrong uncanny feeling, it was no place for forty tons of onions and a truck. I never should have gone up the mountain when there was no daylight but then I would be awed out by the beauty and the silence of the snow and trees.


"Living on the road my friend is going to keep you free and clean"

On The Road series.... a visual interpretation of JK's on the road experience..........

been under that freakin hieroglyph bridge
travelled many a mile
till they called them steps
along the golden trail
smog, fog and laundry
a dirty backpack and a smile on my face
i been on that road