Not my photo.  Wish it was.  This one belongs to my dad.  He’s a great photographer.   Thought those not on my Facebook feed should also be able to see this.  Photo taken in the desert, where the aliens hail from, Roswell, New Mexico.

Ah! You must forgive me. I got so caught up in Wal-Mart that I totally forgot to post this picture. I think it is one of the cooler things Roswell has to offer in the way of Alien propaganda. I don’t think anything I see in Roswell surprises me anymore. I bet you a real, honest to God Alien could go walking down the street and I wouldn’t even blink an eye. Maybe that is what they want . . . Creepy. I am almost taken aback that they haven’t built an Alien or UFO high school, but if you give them long enough, I wouldn’t put it past them.

And I mean that in the nicest way possible.

Wal-Mart has taken this Alien Crash of 1947 a little far, I think. You can’t even go inside the doors without having an Alien jump out at you with the weekly sales circular clinched in his fist. I’m just kidding about that, but I bet you if I suggested the Wal-Mart greeter be an Alien, they would undoubtedly make it happen. Let’s glance at a few other pictures I took on my visit to the great Wally World.

That is just a close up of the last pictures, but in order to fully appreciate the art work, you have to get up close and personal to it. I wonder how long it will be before it begins to chip away and if they will continue to keep it looking nice or let it go. Since Aliens are the only reason anyone of a sound mind comes to Roswell, I imagine that they will keep it up for the sake of tourists. And I also wondered who got paid to paint Aliens all over Wal-Mart. What a great job.

The exit sign
picture is rather awful,
but I was walking by it and didn’t feel like stopping to line everything up. So, I’m lazy. Sue me.

I really believe that behind this wall mural of a mother ship is the remains of the UFO crash that occurred in 1947. I mean, who would really look behind a brick mural for clues. That only happens in movies, right? By saying that, I do not recommend that you go chisel away to find out whether my brilliant idea is true or not. I don’t want anyone going to jail on my account. I would simply never forgive myself or sleep well.

You know, after seeing all these paintings on Wal-Mart, I am a bit jealous. I mean, the only thing my Wal-Mart has written on it is – We Sell For Less, Deli, Produce and some other words that I never really pay attention to. Too bad nothing cool has happened in Columbia. I guess I could suggest a mural of me . . . I’m just kidding . . . really, I am. The bricks that make up Wal-Mart might all jump off and run away if that were to happen.

There are many eyes peering up to the night sky looking for a glimpse of the Truth. The truth that aliens do indeed exist. According to the once very popular tv show, The X-Files, The Truth Is Out There. That is what it said in the opening credits of each show. And who could forget the famous poster that Agent Mulder hung on his office wall. Believe it said. Believe. Believe. Believe. Well, I have two things to tell you. The truth is out there and you should definitely believe.

I, Maniac Gone Awry, have proof. Not only do I know that they exist, but I know who brought them here. I know where they work. And I know where they live. Ok, alright, I don’t know where they live, but I’m sure with out much research I could figure that out, too. And I am even more sure that you would be shocked to discover that you live next to one. But if you like, I won’t tell you if you are.

My first item of proof is this picture. Aliens are acrobatic creatures.

My second item of proof is this picture. It seems they like to frequent the bus stop.

My third order of business: They have craftily created their own coffee shop. It is just a scheme to take over our minds! No American can resist coffee.

The brainwashing coffee has paid off. They’ve even convinced McDonald’s to shape themselves like the mother ship that dropped them off. It even glows red at night.

Another picture that proves aliens are among us. They think this is funny – making the street lights look like them.

And now for the biggest surprise of the century. I can tell you who employs these pesky little aliens. Who would have thunk it? Well, there you are. The Truth. Pictures don’t lie ladies and gentlemen. If you don’t believe me you can come visit the Land of Enchantment. All you have to do is go to the middle of nowhere – Roswell. And if you don’t come for a visit – they just may come visit you. They are always looking for new abductees!

What makes a weed a weed and a flower a flower?

I thought that question as I walked through a barren field today. The ground was dry and cracked even though it had rained more in the previous days than it had in the last six months. The West’s ground always looks that way. It’s always thirsty. Always wanting more.

This field was barren in the sense of what humans think barren. There was no edible fruit. No plants that you would like to have in your backyard. There was plenty of cacti defending their plots of life with their menacing thorns. And there were ants. Bigger ants than most people on the East coast will probably ever see. Ants with pinchers that look like fangs of death. I imagine a colony of those ants could cart away a small dog or child.

And there were also . . . I am still debating what to call it. They are flowers to me, but the rest of Earth’s population would most likely call them weeds. Their purpose is the same as any blossom. Bees do not discriminate. They get pollinated regardless. But we pluck them and kill them. Is it because they are small or because they offended someone important somewhere? Or is there another story just as crazy that I have not heard? I do not know, but they are still pretty to me. And that is why I take their pictures. Because they deserve their recognition. God made them, too.

I tried to conduct an interview with the bee you can find in the picture to your left, but all I could hear or make out was, “Pollen. Pollen. Pollen. Got to get more pollen.” Over and over that is what I heard. He repeated this as he flew from one blossom to another sometimes landing on blossoms he had already been to. “Pollen! Pollen! Pollen! Where is the pollen?!” He would buzz. I tried to interrupt him to tell him which blossoms where the most profitable, but he wouldn’t listen. He was head strong and distracted. I was the last thing he wanted to pay any attention to. When I got my camera close enough to him to snap his picture, he buzzed over and landed on my lens. “Pollen. Pollen. Pollen. Are you pollen?” He buzzed. “No,” I said. “I am not pollen.” And then he buzzed away and landed on another blossom. I snapped his picture, and went on with my day.

One of the things I will reminisce about no matter where I am, will be the western sky as the sun sets. Some people don’t understand how the sky changes depending on where you are. And you can’t truly comprehend it unless you’ve seen its radiance and glory.

The picture that I have provided was taken by my Father. The picture is pretty, but no picture could paint how beautiful it was when it existed for those short minutes in the New Mexico sky. It looks as if the sky itself caught aflame. Maybe it did. Maybe that is why it looked so beautiful that day.