I arise like a multi-shells turtle from Union Station and briefly glance at Chicago skyscrapers hanging above the river, curved on Lake Michigan shores. The sky is grey, but it isn’t cold… Or have I become cold proof? Despite February coming, the river lazily runs without a freeze, sidewalks don’t remember any snow. I meet … More Freezing wind throughout skyscrapers
Here is starting my steamy adventure towards East. I go back to basics: backpack and free spirit. No strings attached. Only my sheep and I. Resurrected. Happy. New. I choose endless American rail roads, like a beautiful epic dream… Even if I am going reversed, riding trains is a way to win the West, is … More The girl on the train
I need to clean my beloved car from all our adventures together in order to get us both ready for farewells. Then, I reached the city I had to bypass this morning. I end my road trips here, transformed and shiny. Sparkling with joy. Ready to give new ways to my adventures. After having flirted … More All roads lead to Denver
As I am leaving the Grand Canyon, I challenge the night in a blind and known scenery. Indian cabins are invisible on the road, absent dream catchers stalls flying in summer wind, American road trip folklore. And my early sleep dances with my fatigue, hung and blown with the stars. My next morning is therefore … More Blended Colors
The morning in Monticello (UT) draws a thin orange layer above the horizon and through my window’s frost. I run away from the desert’s wind following both the sun and the moon’s path, soon discovering the Mesa named white because it looks so clear compared to surrounding scarlet, soon discovering new red land-forms. Round and … More Top of the World
I leave in an uncertain morning, torn in between sun and snow. I drive along Utah Lake, probably seen from the sky as well. But further along than the Upper Salt Lake, I only guess its blue shades winding through snowed maybe salty too mounts. Then I leave Interstate 15 towards East and landscapes both … More Scarlet Days
I hoped my morning in Logan will show me a better look of the canyon and surrounding mountains but the heavy and dancing snow has other plans for me. I get deeper in Utah the, the two faces State… I reach the capital, Salt Lake City, in an even heavier snow, leading me to the … More Pastel
I thought my night in three different airports toward Alaska would help me to rewind and write my Idaho better. But my night starts with a delay, probably cutting my tales. Of course it does, the minute I hold my pen, I am called to board.I then spend the night in Seattle airport, so memorable, … More White Christmas
The Pope is sitting in his office and his secretary enters his office and says: “Um, sir I have a phone call here for you. It appears to be some good news and some bad news.” “Well what’s the good news?”, asks the Pope. “The good news is it’s Jesus Christ on the line.” “That’s … More Mecham Ranch
All of a sudden, Idaho welcomes me with its flamboyant blue sign struggling with the fog. One often says borders are invisible lines drawn by Humans. In this specific situation, it immediately and physically stands up though. Landscapes are seamlessly and completely snowed instead of being powdered, utterly hazy instead of being sunny. I hit … More Night Plains
Fleeting Wor(l)ds 