It has been a warm, sunny afternoon in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where strangers are kind and beauty is overflowing.
Any writing reflects the author’s status aspirations. This is not a problem when one knows who the author is and whom he is trying to impress. When one knows all that, one can invert the process and learn something about what is being written about. With the proliferation of the compulsive “content creators” who have an incessant stream of things to say on social media, it is hard to keep track of authors’ identities and milieus, with all their status enhancing takes and intellectual no-go areas.
Author’s status aspirations do not interfere with his message much if his status is already so high that he has little left to prove. Such might have been reporters and journalist in days of yore, in the pre-Internet era. They graduated from elite universities, and their prestigious jobs firmly planted them in the society’s middle and upper middle class. The luxury of access to such reporters has all but vanished.
What is left, then, is to discover things for oneself. (Or maybe this is just an excuse to get out and on the road, and to live a little.) And what is there better to discover than America? Discovering America never gets old, for America never gets old. She’s always a-movin’.
What follows is a series of snapshots with impressionistic captions.