fresno baby, its all here in fresno

we are on a road trip today, to Fresno. i am a passenger, which i strongly appreciate. the landscape is enticing. the scale of objects, the shapes of agriculture. the dirt. the incredible distance from urban.

during a lunch break at the underground gardens, i notice we are a party of 13.

afterwards i switch cars and join Bessma, Jennifer, Mark Thompson, and our guest today, landscape designer Ron Lustsko. we set out to find a boulevard of palms that Ron knows about.


after only a few miles, we hit an unexpected closure. discouraging.
we have come so far. this could be our end.

Mark navigates us into surrounding farm roads and we run parallel looking for re-entry. there are abandoned houses on brick, and peculiar excavation and development everywhere.



it has been an interesting discovery. the flux or state of transition is burned in me. i can't turn back, i don't want to leave. i haven't experienced enough. i plan my immediate return even while we are still driving.

the sun is slipping as we reach the end of the palms.


we continue on, following the road to Tranquility. the fog lays in and it is a memorable dinner at the only open restaurant.


later, up north a few miles off HWY 99, at a spot actually posted "area subject to flooding", we all unfold into the dark for a country pit stop in the dirt & lay on the hood of the car watching shooting stars.

it has been a perfect day . . .