My Hero's Have Alway's Been Cowboys

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And they still are, it seems
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of
Themselves and their slow movin' dreams

- Woody Nelson

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 There are times when I grow nostalgic of the south. When you speak to most people in Atlanta or even Orange, Florida, they don't understand what could a California girl have in common with such places. " Ain't you from Los AngeelEiiis?", " Wow, what are you. I ain't never seen a girl like you 'round here before.". Or if you want to get less romantic about, " Oh my lord, how could you like it out her girl, your from the best city in the world.". I'll tell you something that I used to do. I would find excuses to hit the I 70  South freeway (notice you didn't read highway), either to New Orleans or through Florida to see my mother down in Miami. I lived in this apartment complex next to the freeway. It was lovely. I'll post photo's one day. It was one of those luxury communities, gated parking, dogs parks, pool all of those fun things 1 bedroom, stainless steal appliances. However it was 1/5 of the LA market prices for rentals. Next to the free way was a little gas station, it had a hot dog-burger restaurant. They served egg sandwiches and grits to all of the truckers passing through in the morning going North or South. This building was in a strange desolate area, tucked away at the edge of Buckhead or Midtown, depending on which side of the side walk determined which area code you were in. There was even a brewery company near by, though I never made it there. 

So anyway, I would wake up at around 5:00am, have my Oakley Jacket on and Hiking boots on, load up my dog Roxy into the car, grab some grits, bottles of water, and some hot dogs for the road ahead. 

Away we would go, If I was taking the road to Florida I would listen to Bible Belt radio station's. I had never heard anything like it in my entire life. People upset at space exploration, preacher's accepting information from 20 years ago like it was hot off the press that morning. I'd sip on some water and watch Georgia go from dry tree's into farm towns, and into a jungle. Passing through all of major Universities and stopping along the way to let Roxy sniff around and relieve herself. Sometimes there were lost souls at the gas station, passing through and some never left. The kind that never took the opportunities given, or the kind that gave too much of themselves up. Some were filled with families going to Disney, starring at me like they'd never seen anything ethnic in their entire lives. Some not knowing if I was a hybrid-a dark skinned white person if you could call beige dark. Most people online will tell you how offended they would be. Outraged. However to me being from Southern California, more specifically- Los Angeles, it becomes a small town. You never leave, because everyone is here. The goal for all artist's and tourists is to immerse themselves into Hollywood, at least just once. So being exposed to an entire part of the country that is just so different, it felt like a new country all together. I couldn't get offended by any of it if if you paid me, I was hooked that there was a different country, 2,000 miles away from me and still called America.

 You start to feel like a blank slate over here after awhile, nothing really phases you. In fact the more complicated the situation the less impressive. It's the simple awkward nods, that twang at the end of a sentence, that busty southern charm. That fear that they have of change but the appreciation they have for the ride of life. It's a different rhythm of life that you can't duplicate in Los Angeles. 

I'll get more into the intricacies of Los Angeles as it's every changing dynamics in a different post.

 

x P.S FORD

Photo By: Anne Yanoi

Photo By: Anne Yanoi

Photo By: Anne Yano

Photo By: Anne Yano

Photo By: Anne Yano

Photo By: Anne Yano

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