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Etsy

Hey guys!!!

What have we been doing all this time we haven’t been blogging?
We’ve been lying on beaches, sipping margaritas and working on our tans.

Yeah, right. In our dreams…

No we’ve been doing the whole “working for a paycheck to pay the rent” thing. And putting together our very own ETSY SHOP!!!!

Yes thats right, we’ve got an etsy shop. We caved in to public demand and put up our very own shop. So if you need a gift for that someone special during the holidays or just need to quench that burning desire to spend a few bucks, please consider purchasing one of our amazing prints!

You’ll sleep better at night knowing you’ve supported a local artist (local in the general sense of the word. I mean, we’re both from the planet Earth I assume) and that one of our prints (soon to be YOUR PRINTS) came direct from our adventures on the road. It’ll probably still have the faint smell of stale cigarettes and dirty martinis.

Now, when you view our shop, we only have about a fraction of the photos we took up at the moment. Don’t worry; we’re uploading more and more every minute. AND when you view our WEBSITE any and all of those photos are also up for grabs. Just email up with the title and info, and we’ll sell you one of those. We’ll sell you any and all of our prints.

Shit, we’ll even sell you our grandmothers. As long as you don’t mind long nights of Scrabble and shots of Ensure.
Really. They’re mean Scrabble players.

So to conclude: ETSY

Go buy.

Now.

That is all

This is one of those A-Mazing prints you can purchase from our Etsy shop!

ALIENS

Oh wow, look at this. ANOTHER A-Mazing photo!!!

-M & V


Take it Easy

What a day. What a fantastic day.

So much has happened over the past couple of days, actually. We went to Roswell, New Mexico on Thursday, hoping to catch an alien. No such luck, but we did go to the official UFO Museum and learned more than I ever knew about aliens and UFOs. Did you know that there is a close encounters of the first, second, and third kind? There is quite a classification system that I was unaware of.
We shopped around the gift stores (because you can’t leave Roswell without a t-shirt and a coffee mug with a huge green alien on it) and found a great one with an eccentric/wacky/intense owner. We conversed with him for over an hour on conspiracy theories, alien encounters, and artificial intelligence. Apparently the world is going to hell in a hand basket and superbugs will be the end of civilization.

We left New Mexico and headed for a corner in Winslow, Arizona.
(For those of you who don’t get that reference, there is a Jackson Browne/Eagles song Take it Easy)

I’m the biggest Jackson Browne fan. HUGE. If I could only pick one artist to listen to for the rest of my life, it would be Jackson. He speaks to my soul. So I was pretty excited to stand on his corner.

After we left the corner, we set up camp in Homolovi Park, which was pretty cool. And pretty damn windy. Setting up the tent took twice as long because the wind was incredible. It ended up with me inside, laying down while Val frantically hammered all the steaks down, and even after she did we left all of our luggage in the tent so it wouldn’t fly off.

But yesterday. Oh yesterday was worth bugs and moths and flying tents and sleeping in the same clothes for 3 days. We went to the Grand Canyon. Which honestly, I was looking forward to, but I wasn’t super excited. Its such a hyped up national monument, I sort of thought it would disappoint. When I saw Mount Rushmore, I remember thinking how small it looked.

The Grand Canyon is worth the hype. It is an automatic silencer. Val and I tend to talk. A lot. But we both shut up immediately when we viewed the canyon. I wish I could describe how I felt or how it looked, but I feel that words would fail me miserably. At one point, I stopped photographing because you just have to stop and take it all in. It is beautiful and magnificent and will leave you in awe.
The canyon made me feel tiny and gave me a whole new perspective. I highly recommend checking it out.

-M

Oh and meeting Angel Delgadillo, the “Mayor of Route 66” was also was part of the fantastic day. But more of that on the next post.


Take it Easy

I remember my last semester of college when Mary and I had first conceived of this plan to travel west. We established  how cool it would be to drive down Route 66 and old highways and visit aliens and Mary  said “I want to stand on a corner in Winslow Arizona!” and, for some reason, a lightbulb turned on in my head and I exclaimed “YESSS” (or something equally eloquent). The simple idea of migrating across the US to do something as frivolous as live out a moment in an Eagles song resonated with my spirit of adventure. Winslow, Arizona. A land where girls drive flatbed fords and offer rides to sexy, hitchhiking songwriters.

We’re not the only people who find this to be a magical idea. There’s a statue in the town next to a sign that says “standing on the corner.”

I picture us standing on multiple corners. In fact, I see a compilation of dozens of corners in Winslow, Arizona. I further envision the two of us driving hopelessly up and down the streets in search of a girl driving a flatbed ford, or possibly tallying the number of girls we might see. If you google Winslow, you’ll see a map of a town growing on a rock beside a giant crater. Images show signs pointing to Route 66; roads with white lines that go on forever; a “rock shop” with tons of nearly life-size dinosaurs sitting outside; and a thousand images of red desert on the land where wagons rolled through on their way to gold and manifest destiny. I get goosebumps when I see all those images and I think of all the new images we will make. We will east at the Casa Blanca Café, and spend the night at the La Posada hotel (the last Harvey House). The average high in Winslow for May is 79 degrees. I’m ready.

-V
Lucky Strike


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