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About Dean Moriarty

Alive by trade and photographer journalist by heart. Follow me as I travel the world looking for beauty.

Artist, photographer travelling the world and writing novels along the way Thank you for the coffees and welcome to my world! Here you will find a combination of natural beauty and found things that have taken my interest, I don't like to set up poses. This is my life and I am sharing it with you. Come and join my adventure!

Today I saw many things: Today I saw a man lying on the grass wearing little more than wellington boots. I could not guess what he had been doing. And a cart, left in the road, with ten bags of ice, dripping, melting fast in the hot sun. And in the river were dead fish, all striving ceased to breathe the dirty water and as a tourist on a stretcher was being put in an ambulance, fighting to get off over in the crowd, the disappointment of another man, who had had everything stolen from him, now trying to get home, listening to the shadows whisper from a woman, standing perfectly still in the moving mumbling, her ideas close to a beggar, dirty and old, a small child, shaking the tin beside the road, pleading and looking in everyone’s eyes. Then a lone blag-man rumbling along on a mission is beset by a child screaming, and one smiling, and another asking a question to which another replies: this is the way to do it. A little boy runs through all this, his head full of hot thoughts; then I saw a dog under a table forgotten, fast asleep, and a yellow bug, confused. And another man, skinny and soulless, melting into the hot pavement, and I could not help but notice, he wasn’t wearing wellington boots. I saw a small tug boat, going up the river, desperately pulling five barges full of a million tons. And I saw Gunga Din, mellow as saffron go aboard a boat full of faces. And I heard from many the call to say: today was the day to be counted. I lost count of the many things to be counted. In a cool solitary place, I found joy and a relief from it all. In the ravages of the day were many equations and questions running around, and the lost blest, indecisive about their next move. I saw dreams and ghosts and desires and bottomless pits and hair that went on backwards and make-up that came off everywhere. I heard laughter and anger and silent cries of anguish. I saw leaves full of people sweeping up, and children in their school clothes, eager for a place in the world. And by a drinking fountain where the moon-dust had blown them, a bunch of old hippies, soaking up the heat where an old tractor was lying in the dust, rusting away and abandoned forever.
And another beggar, and another, and another, the city churning them out fast as you can count. And one million protesters everywhere as two fat ladies counted their sleeping children. And then the night, with a fort full of guns, bristling into the darkening, fell on an Englishman with a mustache who loosened his tie as a Chinese man ate his toes.
The night will give you mushrooms for toadstools with watercress that you can take for your ailments to call it even like the shoes left at the temples on Buddha day, gone to sleep on the steps, while a frog woman will sell only frogs and a mango in a pair tree. Yes, I saw many women wear their attractions in public, and many men who fell through these holes as many women with their attraction base mixed with a pallet and the men who fell into this.
And the chicken fried rice came, and the watermelon juice and the hot heat and the wind-blown in the wandering is the flavour.
Today I saw a lion lie down and give up in a dirty bowl of surrender and a bear sing of love with a yearning only hungry lovers know, and an empty onion drinking beer. I saw sex on a stick that didn’t know what sex it was. And I saw the blue dream spiders again, forever in their dreaming. I saw the wild man, tamed, and the dust that healed his wounds.
Today I saw the blessings in the carnival and the time it took to count them in the endless progression of time that runs out too soon.
Today has gone in the shimmering of time in the black dust along the walls of countless borders that packed their bags and left home forever....Today I saw hope in a smile...

Dean Moriarty
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