I’m in Charlotte now. I got here yesterday afternoon. I’m resting, or in dude-speak, takin’ ‘er easy. Since about the time I left Roswell, New Mexico, I’ve been sort of jumping around on this site in terms of what I post. One day, I post about what happened the night before, the next day it’s something that happened two weeks prior. Many days, I posted nothing at all.
It’s been difficult to keep up. I really wanted to tell the story of the three-day drive from Roswell to Houston as it was, for me, a big part of the journey. But I didn’t have the time or energy then to write about it. (I’ll get to it.) Driving at night became standard operating procedure during that time as it was too hot to drive during the day, and the trip took on an altogether different… a different everything.
Anyway, when I finally reached Houston, I lounged with Liz and remained in a state of total and utter relaxation. I took practically zero photos (outside of the two shoots with Kesley and one with Jas). I didn’t want to get back on the road. I considered staying in Houston and starting a new life there. Or thereabouts. And why not? I have a myriad of friends in the area, a lot of connections, and inside the beltway is entirely livable. But I got back on the road, as much as I didn’t want to, to head east.
I spent another two days in Beaumont, Texas, after I left Houston. Why on earth I kept getting drawn to Beaumont is beyond me. In any event, I’m in one spot now and I’m going to catch up on things. I’m going to go back and finish the 
tales, more for my own sake than anything. So that I can have a record of what happened. I’m catching up on photos now, although, as I told someone else, I found the southeast less inspiring than most anywhere else. I think that’s perhaps because I already know this land. That, and it doesn’t hold a lot of really good memories for me. Plus, I’ve been sick since Mississippi. The photos I’ve taken along this last half of the trip, for the most part, have been more of a chronicle of the drive than anything else, a large number of the photos actually taken while driving or stopped at a light. Things that caught my eye while, literally, on the road. Then too, I did stop to take some in particular.
It seems like a year has passed since I was in Los Angeles. But it was only a month ago. So much has happened. But nothing of any real consequence.