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Exploration of Art Through Travel

A collection of poems, images, and videos from a road trip up the West Coast.


BY EVAN CAIN

VICE-PRESIDENT/ CO-EDITOR IN CHIEF/ ARTS AND CULTURE HEAD


Pictured: A beautiful view of the Heceta/ Hobbit trail in Florence, Oregon.

All pictures, videos, and poems by Evan Cain.

 

first stop


big sur

suffocated by trees but breathing better than ever

no phone, no pool, no pets

just trees, trees, and more trees

cooking with straight fire

river rafting over sharp rocks

early morning fires with the lovelies

the hot quarter shower

eating like kings: noodles, homemade brisket, lavan cookies

a campground engraved in my mind




elk meadow


what are they thinking?

why are they looking at me like that?

do they know what i’m thinking?

are they thinking the same thing as i am?

do they want to pet me like i want to pet them?

why did they all gather at this spot and not another spot?

why are they so big?

if i approached them, would they hit me with their horns?

or would they play with me?

do they want some of my fritos?

can we communicate with them?


all thoughts clouding my mind as i observe the elk meadow.



TRAVEL READS & INSPIRATION



 

the city of trees


eugene, oregon

smells like dutch bros and earth!

bagel spirit

bike shop

all things charles cain

art fills the walls up and down

voodoo instruments

ori ori ori

the big O

do i hear bagpipes?

no! its a fiddler!

mango tango

kesey square - an immersive experience

charlie’s world, up there!




freedom


is here

in the air

by the waves

in the trees

the brush of summer mist on your cheeks

the warm wind running past your skin like pixie dust


freedom


is the tunnel of water leading towards the light

the heartthrob in your neck

the ache in your back letting go

the top of the hill

the air! so fresh!

like nothing you’ve ever seen before

just pure magic


that’s my freedom.



the drive


the classics - sweet music


don mclean

journey

hamilton

billy joel

barenaked ladies

the beatles

vulfpeck

elton john

any whinehouse


mm, music to my ears!



**the final and my favourite poem


the little dirt patch


supports the tree

provides a home for the roots

grows it to its full potential

with the help of a few friends ;)

it allows the tree to dance freely

the wind to take it to places it didn’t know it could go


the intellect of the tree lies in its little dirt patch

as does the spirit

the well-being

the mind

the soul

the love

the life

a tree’s little dirt patch keeps it alive and growing and thriving

it deserves more credit for all the credit it gives

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