Historic Route 66 running through New Mexico. Classic. I was begging to find many places out of business along route 66. It was disturbing and yet comforting. Disturbing because it was a mirror on the state the economy is in at the moment. Comforting because there places have been overlooked by the big developers and thus remained preserved. But for how much longer?
This motel looked like something out of a David Lynch film. Somewhere on the border between Arizona and New Mexico along Route 66.
The sun setting in Arizona, as seen from the Barringer Crater Site. And just like that, I was on the road again. I think Arizona should be called the Land of Enchantment.
Early Morning in New Mexico along the old route 66 as seen from my car that morning.
I was returning from the Barringer Meteor Crater, the air was still as the sun slipped beyond the horizon. Another perfect day in Arizona.
Along I-40 in Arizona. As they day was coming to an end, the storm clouds were begging to roll in. About 200 miles East of Flagstaff. There is something in the air out there, could be magic.
At first I thought it may have been the desert heat playing tricks on my eyes, but it turnes out to be a golf ball shaped house. Somewhere on the border of California and Arizona. I-40 East.
Driving down old route 66 is a spiritual experience, I guess it would explain all the ghost towns. Another abandoned motel site about 200 miles west of Flagstaff, Arizona.
I was driving for 12 hours straight, mostly at night. The night seemed to last forever, especially on a lonely desert road. Then there was a break in the sky, and what a pleasure it was to find myself in Arizona.
Catching the last of the summer days. Downtown Los Angeles as seen from Griffith Park. A metropolis covered in purple haze. Griffith Park, Los Angeles, CA 2008
Christina Storozkova has been a member since 22 August 2008 and goes by foxyladydesign21.
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I like to wake up in strange places.
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