Tuesday, March 31

Continuing East, staying South

Onward to “the other L A.” Nell worked on her script while I took the boys to a delicious breakfast at Squeeze Marfa. Who thought you were going to get delicious fresh-squeezed orange juice in a tiny town in the Texas hill country? Marfa is, in some sense, an invention of Donald Judd. We walked the length of his concrete box installation nearby, one of my favorite parts of our trip. Just the family of four, an unending landscape, and art bigger than any of us. The concrete boxes speak so much to an architect, to the idea of an artist reaching for permanence. (Judd is dead and the workmen are diligently trying to keep the boxes looking like they were just set down on the floor of the desert yesterday.) Click to continue »

The Southern Route

I had spent the last few days packing and re-packing the plane so that all the little bits and pieces I needed were on board, but out of the way. I had the boys’ clothes packed along with mine. We had delayed our departure for a day so that we were sure we were landing in small Texas towns on a weekday rather than on a Sunday. That also gave me more time to re-pack the clothes and make absolutely sure that we had all of the gadget chargers we needed. (That didn’t work. A lot of the chargers have a little USB connector and I thought if I brought along a hub it could charge six iPod/iPhone/iThings at once. No such luck.) And Nell was able to do her first pass on a script she was rewriting, so she could print a clean copy to bring along on the trip. Click to continue »