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To the one who lost their heart in the desert badl

To the one who lost their heart in the desert badlands, beside an empty pool at an abandoned KOA campground...I found it! It might be a little worse for wear with a hole in one side and a bit of tarnish on the finish...but it still seems to have some life left. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!
#heartday

Postcard Stories - A Series⁠ ⁠ There was anoth

Postcard Stories - A Series⁠
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There was another school shooting today and I want to feel more…be more angry, more disgusted, more hungry. I want the weight of pain to shove me down. To take it on for the parents, the family, the world. I want to bury all the guns. Unmake them. Let someone get mad at me for taking away their rights so others could live. I might be able to handle that anger. Then again, maybe not. I don’t know anything anymore. ⁠
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So I shove my feet in my shoes and walk. Around the house, to the corner, and down the block to the end of the street where one plant, one fresh green healthy life grows on a rock wall. Hanging on. Living. Without dirt or daily water or care. It doesn’t make sense.⁠
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Kind of like Hope popping up in unlikely places. Hanging in. Living. Yeah, kind of like that... ⁠
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Thank you to everyone who made my Postcard Stories

Thank you to everyone who made my Postcard Stories book such a success! It was a totally new and sometimes frustrating experience to pull together a year’s worth of story posts and images and make it into a cohesive visual storybook. Thank you for all your comments and encouragement along the way!
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. Music: "Saviour by Mona Wonderlick" is under a Creative Commons (CC BY 3.0) license https://creativecommons.org/licenses/... Music promoted by BreakingCopyright: https://youtu.be/znt-ngQdWKo.
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Just when I think there are no new places to explo

Just when I think there are no new places to explore in my own state, I find another ghost town. Two Guns, AZ.
#lovewhereyoulive

Maybe the dead are sipping oak aged whiskey and pl

Maybe the dead are sipping oak aged whiskey and playing a game of afterlife chess and suddenly a dark void grows and swirls in the distance and someone yells, “don’t go into the dark!” Or maybe not... #whatif

This is a story of a mighty lion who chased a tiny

This is a story of a mighty lion who chased a tiny mouse—a slip of a rodent with little meat on his bones. But the lion who thinks much of himself, roars and pounces and shakes its golden mane more for theatrics than anything else. The lion’s massive paws eat up the ground in chase. The mouse scurries, looking for cover. Ahead is a small opening in a stone wall. The lion launches at the mouse, a nightmare made of fur and yellow-toothed snarl. The mouse slips into the hole, into the safety of darkness. The lion hammers the wall, his form bursts through to the other side, morphing into the very stone he shatters. A mighty statue with a gaping maw and a silent throat. Now, every day before dusk, the mouse perches on top of the lion’s stone muzzle, cleaning its paws and smiling as if to say, “those who roar loudly and foolishly will be silenced. Don’t you forget, it is the meek who inherit the earth—or at the very least, a broken wall.” •
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When there’s nothing left to say, watch the suns

When there’s nothing left to say, watch the sunset... #endoftheday •
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Good luck out there today, Buddha or otherwise! T

Good luck out there today, Buddha or otherwise! This shot is from an abandoned gas station in Twin Arrows, AZ. The place is cover with graffiti and wheat paste poster. Such cool designs and bright colors on a tires old building. There’s still some life left, and maybe a story or two! #lovewhereyoulive

Things I wish:⁠ ⁠ That I had the same imaginat

Things I wish:⁠
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That I had the same imagination I did when I was twelve⁠
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That there were black unicorns for sale on eBay and they didn’t need a lot of room or food and didn’t poop⁠
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That Star Trek food replicators were a thing⁠
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That I could take a train to Middle Earth and take archery lessons from Legolas⁠
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Ghosts don’t walk unless they have to. A last re

Ghosts don’t walk unless they have to. A last resort kind of thing. The train, now that’s a luxury. I’ve ridden with beasts and humans, but only a handful of each can see my once handsome face and lank hair resembling ill-cut string. ⁠
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There are those who scream and stuff fists or handkerchiefs into their mouths for fear I might enter them through their mouths. They caterwaul until I think my dead ears will bleed though I have been bloodless for decades. These are the ignorant ones and the ones I hate most. Why? Because they believe they are above death. That they could never, will never be me. For them I pick up my old violin and play songs that hum like grinding cartilage and bones cracking. It might be cruel but is the only fun I have anymore. ⁠
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There are a few travelers not bothered by me in the slightest. They read their paper, clutch their purses, or munch on hay, unaware of what waits for them at the next stop. One can only guess what is at the end of the line, no one truly knows but the cruel, cruel Fates. ⁠
How did I end up here? I rode the train to work and back. Everyday. Until that day. When a piece of dry toast, gobbled hastily, lodged in my throat. I never made my stop. And now, no one waits at the end of the line. Not for me.⁠ •
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Things I remember about this day:⁠
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The sky—blue and expansive with white dabs of clouds that seemed to encompass everyone and everything. ⁠
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How everything in Santa Fe seems to be lit from the inside out.⁠
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Me and my creative partner in crime wandering around endless train cars, sketching, photographing, and making up a new mythology with our stories.⁠
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The heat. Cooler, denser than at home in the desert. It quenched even as it warmed us.⁠
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The hunt for the perfect pear martini leading us to a nearby bar. Why pear? I’m not sure. Maybe it doesn’t matter. We had a 7/10 that day, which is better than most.⁠
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She drives like a demon. The banshee howl of her ’69 Dodge Charger splits the night. The lurkers at the abandoned airstrip press hands against ears to no avail. Their ears bleed, but their eyes are unblinking as the blur of cars speed past. They come for a glimpse of her fangy smile and the gleaming steel of her front grill. ⁠
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She is legend, myth, and she is dead—rejected from the gates of heaven, doomed to walk the earth in search of her lost children, the ones she drowned years before. ⁠
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In daylight she is a shapeless moment, slithering from shadow to shade, a mother on the hunt for her missing cubs. But by night, when the margins of the world thin and shadows reign, she roars and howls and drives her demon car in anger, in repentance. ⁠
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All the while her children’s souls sleep in gutters, only to wake and wander once again.⁠
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