All the Way to Reno

I seem to have jumped ahead in time. Well, I never did declare that I was going to be moving in chronological order. While I have primarily been listening to Murmur (1983) and Reckoning (1984), All the Way to Reno (Reveal, 2001) shuffled its way into my head during an afternoon walk today, and the images flooded my imagination so quickly that I had to shortcut my way back to work and jot them down before they vanished.

The result is a little bit more girly and whimsical than I had intended, but I think that probably comes from my own girlhood dreams of fame, running away to join a band and sing... or play the tambourine. I could have been a tambourine girl. My uncle bought me a red star-shaped tambourine when I was 16. It never made it out of my bedroom.

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This is a sketched-over foot selfie (sans tri-star tattoo) taken more years ago than I care to admit. Those were my favourite dancing shoes. I still have them. My sapphire slippers. There's no place like anyplace else.

I don't know what is happening with these location sketches. It's not planned... but I guess I just have to let the theme run its course. I kind of like it though... nothing wrong with doing a series.

Credits

Reproduction, altered: Google Map; Southwestern USA.