The Saints and pigeons along Route 66
I have come to love the show Route 66. It was filmed along the real Route 66 and for four years Tod and Buz went up and down in their lil Corvette to Nelson Riddle, taking odd jobs, saving atomic age damsels in distress and becoming involved in all sorts of lives and drama.
Chicago, Illinois,Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California. I am partial to the latter half of the route. I really dig the desert and the how the whole Route 66 mystique plays into it. I like to do the show over in my mind, except this time it's me and my cool friend Parisa driving up and down the highway. She is hip to all that empty space and how it makes a person feel. She knows what to make of dirt and sky. Dreamy. There are Saints to discover, hidden and forgotten corners of the map to visit, a billion things to talk about because Parisa is a person of many interests and filled with oodles of information, and then there are pigeons to save. The ride would be a silver and chromed 1965 Shelby Cobra and Morrissey created the soundtrack.
Thoughts of Parisa always inspire adventure and vice-versa. She can do domestic with ease and loads of grace as well. She sews in the company of the cutest little midnight tuxedo kitty by her side. She works with lavender and vintage fabrics and Dark Shadows plays on. There is this thing that Parisa does and it seems so natural and so much a part of her and that is to assemble. She creates wonderful collages. Even a casual snapshot has a composition to it that is so Parisa. I have wondered what life is like through Parisa's Picasso tainted eyes. She is truly gifted with beauty (never a bad photo and always with an air of glamour and mystery), her mind and soul capture beauty and she is able to articulate and express it seemingly effortlessly. Life is not always beautiful but she takes the bits and pieces that are or are not and creates small masterpieces that result in millions of tiny little thoughts, thousands upon thousands of mini inspirations and inner chatting with the Divine. Real artist are like this.
Merry Christmas Parisa, it's about generosity and I'm celebrating a generous spirit and that is you.
Chicago, Illinois,Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, and California. I am partial to the latter half of the route. I really dig the desert and the how the whole Route 66 mystique plays into it. I like to do the show over in my mind, except this time it's me and my cool friend Parisa driving up and down the highway. She is hip to all that empty space and how it makes a person feel. She knows what to make of dirt and sky. Dreamy. There are Saints to discover, hidden and forgotten corners of the map to visit, a billion things to talk about because Parisa is a person of many interests and filled with oodles of information, and then there are pigeons to save. The ride would be a silver and chromed 1965 Shelby Cobra and Morrissey created the soundtrack.
Thoughts of Parisa always inspire adventure and vice-versa. She can do domestic with ease and loads of grace as well. She sews in the company of the cutest little midnight tuxedo kitty by her side. She works with lavender and vintage fabrics and Dark Shadows plays on. There is this thing that Parisa does and it seems so natural and so much a part of her and that is to assemble. She creates wonderful collages. Even a casual snapshot has a composition to it that is so Parisa. I have wondered what life is like through Parisa's Picasso tainted eyes. She is truly gifted with beauty (never a bad photo and always with an air of glamour and mystery), her mind and soul capture beauty and she is able to articulate and express it seemingly effortlessly. Life is not always beautiful but she takes the bits and pieces that are or are not and creates small masterpieces that result in millions of tiny little thoughts, thousands upon thousands of mini inspirations and inner chatting with the Divine. Real artist are like this.
Merry Christmas Parisa, it's about generosity and I'm celebrating a generous spirit and that is you.
posted by Tera at
12/17/2008
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