Undisclosed location…
Scored some time off from the DayJob, and I’m outta here!
All packed. Plus: sweater, because planes get cold..
Not Tucson… But far away, unfamiliar, and alone, which is always refreshing and uplifting. And an aid to concentration.
Very boring highway. Very long, very boring highway.
I have a free place to stay (and thank you thank you, undisclosed persons — who may out themselves in the comments if they so choose, but whose anonymity I shall respect otherwise), so plane fare, rental car, and food are all I have to worry about.
I am viewed with great suspicion by the natives.
I’ll be busily working on stuff, and so won’t blog very many words.   I’ll put some photos up, though, as is my habit in these cases.
Nicely symbolic of the workings of the artistic subconscious
Saving my actual words for actual writing!
Footpath.
More later.
