CITY OF DUST

We’ve misjudged our distances. Badly. Now it’s 7:30 PM and we’ve been out so long the high-tech rechargeable batteries in our GPS machine...

Untold tangles of catbriar, forests of poison ivy, and dozens of wood ticks conspire to convince Allison to wear long pants and boots. Bu...

In May the work commences in earnest and we have added a third member, Allison, to our crew. We follow I-75 south toward Chattanooga and on...

As we come up the ridge the fog thickens. Our headlights burn dimly through the milky-white morning and visibility is down to something l...

As we drive west from Highway 27 I look up at the ridge high above and immediately begin to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. We cross...

Someone wrote me recently asking if I could do a few posts on some of the mountain towns of the South. Since I’m currently living at the ...

Well, it's been awhile. I felt like getting some new shots up, so here ya go. I'm now in Knoxville and things are pretty insane....

Well, this week I'm moving to Knoxville, Tennessee, so City of Dust is going to go on a little hiatus. I'll try to post again once...

( CONTINUED ) Thirty-Three We drove around Tucson for awhile because there was nothing else to do. Again we discussed going to the police, ...

( CONTINUED ) Thirty-One The restaurant was called Rosarita’s and it was very dark inside. There were strings of tiny bulbs—probably Christ...

( CONTINUED ) Twenty-Nine I fell asleep for a few hours just before dawn and when I awoke the sun was well up but the house was quiet. I la...

( CONTINUED ) Twenty-Seven There was nothing to do except wait out the afternoon until it was time to pick up Mary from the gallery. Right ...