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For the last couple of years I have found beauty in the grime of the inner city – the constant buzz, the collision of life when you have so many people sharing the same space, the juxtapositions of decay and renewal on every corner.

Life in the suburbs is different – it sings a different song.

On Sunday evening I saw a shooting star (or an alien aircraft on fire). It shot across the night sky, with its tail of gold, red and bronze trailing behind it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so sparkly or that sang of joyful freedom so gladly.

Last night the moon was so bright that I seeing by moonlight actually seemed plausible – rendering many an adventure story possible.

I get up so early that I can see the watch the sky transform from a formless darkness to a canvas of orange, purple, blue and pink clouds as the sun heralds in a new day.

There is beauty in the suburbs.

There is also more sky.

From the East Jesus art garden on the outskirts of Slab City, California.

If ever you find yourself at Salvation Mountain in Niland, California, then you should follow the advice of the Liverpudlian hippy who is spending three months driving through the USA and go visit East Jesus.


East Jesus is made up of an 'improvised community of artists, musicians, survivalists, writers, scientists, laymen and other wandering geniuses. Partially an exhibition space for those problematic projects taking up your warehouse space,partially a build space for those problematic projects taking up the desert.' If you want to know what a house looks like when you put three mortgages on it then East Jesus is the place to go.  

Ignore the fact that it's at the end of a dirt track and no-one will ever find your body, let alone hear you scream (I'm sure it's perfectly safe but mate, I'm from Croydon - I don't trust desert hippies).


Make sure you get a guided tour of the garden by the guy who lives there - the art makes so much more sense when its explained to you. 


Don't step into anything that makes a circle on the ground. 


And last of all don't forget to pray like crazy and plead the blood of Jesus over your heart, soul, mind and strength when you leave