My buddy Brit is one of those people a girl like me feels privileged to know. He is an excellent photographer, amazing designer, funny guy ... and a rare breed of urbanite who sits at the apex of "what's next" in pop culture. He discovered the craze for rollergirls long before A&E cooked up a TV show on the subject. Yeah, he's that cool.
Recently he took a vacation through the American Southwest and shared some of his photos with me. He drove around Tuscan, Monument Valley and the Bisti Badlands - essentially the Four Corners region. The photos were almost the exact same ones my father took when we went through the area in the late seventies when my German cousins wanted to explore "Cowboys & Indians" country. My Bremen-born-brethren watched The High Chaparral in the sixties. Go figure.
It's funny how time works. I would have thought that something changed, that maybe the formations would have worn down with time, Tuscan would be greener...
Then I remember that we're just blips on the geological timeline and it is a long, long timeline. My German cousins are all retired, my Dad just turned sixty-two, and I'm not the little girl in the "Cowgirl" outfit cousin Inga bought me at a roadside Stuckey's in 1979. But Monument Valley hasn't changed.
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