POLKAMOON

"I had always fantasized about a life I had lived over asphalt divided by a dotted yellow line. In  this fantasy my day would always end with a sky set on fire. At night I would dream, sitting upon a lawn chair, under the neon purple sky. Asleep I would fall to sounds of freedom and the desert around me, it's establishments like the reverse side of the card where on a special occasion, I would take refuge in the A/C, a nice change from the water bed in the back of the pick-up truck" - Hugh Lippe, Photographer, Small Flowers Crack Concrete