Hopperesque

Hopperesque

Friday, 10 August 2012

Mojave Noir


   .............a long dusty parade route of fraternal lodges, cheap motels and cross streets with names that beckon - North Star and Lupine and Ocotillo- The front yards with pit-bulls that tell you to forget about it. Then there's the town itself split in half by the age old conflict of volence and beauty.


........... carrying us into the empty white heat of the Mojave, as we meet and come to know the modern nomads who turn to the west for salvation only to be devoured by it's fase promise.


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