Delving into the heart of "The Grapes of Wrath" now. They just buried grandpa illegally alongside the road. Steinbeck utilizes so many classic images from the road, like this:
"People in flight along 66. And the concrete shone like a mirror under the sun, and in the distance the heat made it seem that there were pools of water in the road."
I'd post a painting I did of this exact phenom, but I can't find it. Also, I have to say I grew up with some beautiful women in Mohave County. This is a Mojave Maiden, I have framed in my studio. Ain't she a beauty?
I have a hunch this is Moon Nish's mama. And in addition to the good looking In-dins we had some outrageous tourists visit us as well:
"Jugs Iced Beyonce"
And speaking of Route 66, Dan The Man Harshberger is stylizing some photos of our classmates out of our yearbooks for our growing up on the road project:
Pretty amazing work, Dan.
Whipped out a little study this morning before coming into work. Those old time Rangers down around Brownsville were not, how you say, sensitive or PC. This is "Texas Ranger Border Greeting", or "Buenos Dias To You Too, Amigo."
Daily Whipout #139, "Buenos Dias To You Too, Amigo"
"66 is the mother road, the road of flight."
—John Steinbeck's first mention of Route 66 being the "mother road," Chapter 12, page 118, "The Grapes of Wrath"
