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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.
person in frog costume
Here’s a picture of a person in a frog costume, looking at Hoover Dam, thanks to Getty Images’ fascinating new stock photo licensing scheme. More on that from Nieman Labs. This is an experiment to test how it works and looks
Six kinds of chile
Pumpkin
Some fine lawyer language in the Virginia marriage ruling
Government interests in perpetuating traditions, shielding state matters from federal interference, and favoring one model of parenting over others must yield to this country’s cherished protections that ensure the exercise of the private choices of the individual citizen regarding love and family. Ultimately, this is consistent with our nation’s traditions of freedom. “[T]he history of our Constitution … is …
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I love the old steel girder bridges. They really feel like they’re getting you somewhere, like you’re not taking the crossing for granted.