IMPORTANT NEW NOTES FROM JUSTIN:
So, is there no end to this journey? There definitely seems to be no end in sight. There are so many people to meet and enjoy, so many places to fall in love with, and so much to share and learn. So I continue to move with the winds; I continue to entice the winds to follow me.
So, one of the things about this experiment in love and motion and travel is that I have—against my will—assumed the challenging variable I like to call 'being broke'. So, that means I am doing this crazy trip while living, ahem, very frugally. For example, my slutty pants that used to be tight aren't tight anymore—that kind of frugal, you know?
So, what does this mean? Well, staying in a hotel every night is out of the question. I am looking for nice, fun people who can put me up for a few nights and really host me. This would involve me staying at your house for a few days, showing me a good time (since I like good times), feeding my stupid mouth (in an attempt to make my pants fit me again), and whatever general mischief we can get into. And, the best part is that I get to learn about your life and write about our times together! That is part of the experiment, see. I am meeting with people I've never met before and living some life with them. If you think it might be fun to host me for a day or two or three, email me at justingrace AT mac DOT com.
Please make sure to include your address and phone number in your email to me so I can be in touch!
I am especially looking for places to stay in the southeast USA and everywhere on the East Coast. I will be traveling all over the USA, though, so email me no matter where you are because I will probably come visit! Here are the places I will be in the next few weeks that I am still looking for a place to stay at:
• North/South Carolina
Please contact me ASAP if you want to hang out!
US Tour Day 111: Alex's Party
Alex on the grass–topped roof.
Boris and Amy pose for a picture on the roof. As I took this shot I imagined myself pushing them off the roof so that they'd break their spines and then I'd be live out all my cripple–molesting fantasies on their helpless bodies.
Skot Croshere. What is he looking for?
Beautiful objects filled every space in the elegant house. It was almost distracting—I kept forgetting to fall into the party, too concerned with taking pictures and admiring the mastery of human (and nature's) creation.
Boris and telescope. From this mountaintop home we had a view of the Sonoma Valley sprawling out to the east.
A shield of feathers and a shelled headdress greet you when you walk in the front door.
Stark angles against the empty sky. The house was designed by a protegé of Frank Lloyd Wright.
The sun fell low in the sky, and the light slipped into something a bit more comfortable.
We went for a hike down into the valley, taking advantage of the last bits of daylight before darkness moved in for the evening.
Dave Oppenheim. I always enjoy his smiles because of the way they shine through his eyes more than most people's do.
Ray Spears. He scowled as I took this picture. "Just because the light is really pretty doesn't mean I'm worth taking pictures of." It's OK to be wrong. Ray is always on the operating end of the camera, so there are far too few pictures of this wonderful friend.
This is Ray that many people know.
A huge bell waited for us in a grove. Decorated with skulls, it was a strange marriage of man and animal and earth.
Even the "cheap" plates at this party dripped with gorgeous.
Slices of tree near the studio where most of the party went down. Simply organizing these pieces of wood transforms them from ordinary to beautiful, and adornment to the landscape.
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