Fall 2007 Cedar City...

Mormon Country was many, many things. One of the most artistically satisfying experiences in a long time is only the tip of the iceberg. I was greatly surprised to find such a group of people that I grew to love so dearly... some, one in particular, more than others. I was sick for a lot of it too. Operating on a cold for 60 percent of a gig with a heightened sense of euphoria became the normal operating practice. It was like have an out-of-body experience on a day-to-day basis. I wasn't complaining one bit.

It was a time of maturation: as an artist, and as a person. I enjoyed a level of mental and emotional clarity that I've craved for a long time. The simplicity of lifestyle there allowed me to realize that I much prefer that to what I have here in the East. Not to say that clarity is gone, but it certainly has gotten cloudier since my return to the city. I walk around not resisting my surroundings as I once did; a defense mechanism to combat the pressure-cooker-energy. I now try to absorb it as much I can. My identity here is no longer trying to conform, but to adapt in order preserve the integrity I gained from being in the desert. Love helps. Boy does it help.

So enjoy the pictures. They're honestly a bit boring. A bit of the same ol' same ol'. But they're fun in that mundane sort of way. The pictures of the extravagant house at the end were taken in Napa Valley: a surprising and much needed vacation from the job. I'll explain later if I feel like it.