This past weekend marked my first Coachella. I spent five nights up in Indio, returning with a weird triangle of sunburn on my right shoulder and a vicious stomach bug that forced me to delay my return to Scotland by two days. I’m back in Los Angeles now, windows open, laundry spinning, eating saltines and drinking blue gatorade and thinking about soup, my first meal in almost 48 hours.
If I could, I would stay in California, sipping Pepto Bismol until my stomach stopped twisting and reading YA books on S’s balcony. But tomorrow I’ll head back to Edinburgh for the last time. Then after that: somewhere else.
S took me to Pioneertown on our way to Indio. It was windy and a man doing caricatures told us we’d just missed a pair of roadrunners.
Here are the things I want to take with me, from here to there: blue skies, the sun, & S.
photographs taken at Pioneertown in the Morongo Basin, California
with a Canon 60D.