Advertisements The communities quickly turned from self sustaining entities to wood cabins and ghost towns. Not from Capitalism over taking good natured business, but from the elements of time. Something that affects all of us, eventually. I see the last remnants of something that was started in the late 19th century, when the pioneering spiritContinue reading “The ashes of American Flags (part two)”
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The ashes of American Flags (part one)
Advertisements My sister gave me Yankee Hotel Foxtrot to listen to when I was moving out of State. “It’s not my favorite Wilco album, but I think you’ll really like it!” She always understood me better than I did. I used to listen to it nonstop as I would drive around Arizona, through small decimatedContinue reading “The ashes of American Flags (part one)”
The Uranium mines of Capitol Reef
Advertisements “In the 1920’s, raw uranium was ground up and mixed with drinking water or worn in packets in waistbands to cure rheumatism or other ailments.” In the vast and empty expanse of the southern desert, the lone wanderer stumbles upon a warning sign left by a population of yesteryear. He straps on a gasContinue reading “The Uranium mines of Capitol Reef”
the spaces between Phoenix & Yuma
Advertisements It was fours hours, one way, from Phoenix to Yuma. Three and 1/2 if you pushed 85 to 90 mph along the lonely back roads. So my work day had 7-8 of driving time, with a full eight hour day of work once I arrived. It was a glimpse of my upcoming new lifeContinue reading “the spaces between Phoenix & Yuma”
The North Rim
Advertisements A friend calls me on a Monday morning, and in the normal course of conversation, asks how my weekend was. “Good. I was at the Grand Canyon.” I ask if she has been, and I’m told that they went to the South Rim once, but doesn’t plan on going back…. [the_ad_group id=”589488957″] “Once you’veContinue reading “The North Rim”
The outcrops of the Transept Trail
Advertisements Blending as perfectly as cream with coffee, the Bright Angel trail ends and the Transept trail begins. Along the rim I commence, noticing the many jagged outcropping of rocks that jettison from the edge into the big empty of space. I am willed by an unknown force to venture out as far as IContinue reading “The outcrops of the Transept Trail”
The mighty Buckskin Gulch
Advertisements It was 7 am and the temperature was already approaching eighty degrees. A tiny black snake hurriedly scurries in front of me and disappears into the sagebrush. The morning is silent as I start the eighteen mile trek into Buckskin gulch. The sandstone narrows the deeper I venture. Shadows and light playfully dance againstContinue reading “The mighty Buckskin Gulch”
Bright Angel Point
Advertisements The skies were overcast and foreboding as I make my way along the Bright Angel Point trail. Slowly but surely, the canyon edges grow closer together on either side.The morning coffee buzz is replaced by adrenaline as I see the rocky alcove I can attempt to climb. I wonder though, am I brave enough?Continue reading “Bright Angel Point”
an artist’s view
Advertisements I don’t fancy myself an artist per say, I just like taking images that I hope are unique and see if they happen to strike a chord within. Manipulating light and shadows for a dramatic effect, trying to capture thoughts and feelings onto analog film, complete with scratches and imperfections. Being brave and usingContinue reading “an artist’s view”
Old Jim trail
Advertisements Ken Patrick, beloved and dedicated Park Ranger, was slain on August 5th, 1973, in the line of duty at Point Reyes National Seashore. [the_ad id=”6336″] Mr. Patrick, affectionately known as “Old Jim”, had been assigned to the North Rim for several seasons. He knew and loved this area, and thus this trail was namedContinue reading “Old Jim trail”