turtle and goose
I wasn’t close enough to hear what they were talking about, but the turtle looked pissed.
Archive of posts filed under the mind category.
Swimming Pool for Registered Guests Only
The Desert Sands Motor Hotel on old Route 66 in Albuquerque has all the modern amenities. If you look closely, you’ll see a small television satellite dish.
borderlands
This is my favorite border picture from my trip last month to Arizona-California-Sonora-Baja. You can see the old border fence on the right, one of those repurposed metal landing strip things, which as near as I can tell is where the actual border is. The big new fence is pulled back 50 yards or so …
An homage to Ansel Adams: Moonrise over the Ballpark
Disclosure: I digitally altered the original. The moon was moved.
tossing out of the light
I’ve quoted before Don DeLillo’s great description of how, at a night baseball game, under the lights, “the players seem completely separate from the night around them.” At our Albuquerque Isotopes’ home opener this evening, the players’ home whites seemed impossibly white, the grass seemed impossibly green, the sky behind the lights impossibly inky black. In …
electricity and beer
I think I just violated the Colorado River Compact
Back in Albuquerque after dark last night, cleaning out the car this morning after a week down in the Colorado River borderlands, I realized these water bottles may pose a legal problem. I filled them in Yuma, which means this is Lower Basin water. Have I just violated the Colorado River Compact? My bad, sorry.
Crossing the divide
HOLBROOK, AZ – Driving on Interstate 40 in western New Mexico, the continental divide feels like a geographic afterthought. When I was a boy, I remember the Continental Divide as high mountain passes in the Rockies, deserving of capitalization, a thing of great import. I was mesmerized by the concept. If I stood here and …
Why I love y’all so much
This, from Tyler Cowen, explains why I love writing here so much: It is hard to write for uninspired readers. Y’all chose to stop by. That makes the task of writing for you so much easier and more enjoyable. So thanks.
f/8 and sit on your front porch. Eventually a cat will walk by.
As part of my new “slow journalism” movement, I’m adopting a more casual style of photography than the hyper-aware Weegee “f/8 and be there” approach.