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On Mule Teams and Dutch Oven Biscuits

Posted by admin on July 25, 2014 in Musings, Remembrances, Travel |

Mule teams and Dutch oven biscuits, doubletrees and a renegade Apache called the Apache Kid. These are some of the images that fire family history, family myth. Betty and I spent some time in Arizona and New Mexico this year and as we wandered around between the deserts and the mountains, my mind journeyed to […]

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Notes on Terlingua and Memory

Posted by admin on March 11, 2014 in Musings, Remembrances, Travel |

Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. William Faulkner Memory may be the only thing of value that we carry out of this world when we exit. Memory revealed its strength to me the last few weeks as Betty and I peregrinated around the southwest. After screening our […]

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On the Snake and Other Rivers

Posted by admin on January 2, 2014 in Birds, Musings |

On Christmas Day, Betty and I ventured south of Boise down to the Snake River Canyon for photography and a look at the wigeons and goldeneyes, the sheep grazing in the snow covered sage, and the river. The Snake is a long river that starts in Idaho with major contributions to its flow rising in […]

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Endless Autumn

Posted by admin on October 30, 2013 in Travel |

I was reared in the deserts of southern Arizona and the fall of the year was like most of the year. Dry and dusty. And it could be hot, too. So when I heard people gasp and praise the colors of New England or the vast aspen groves of the Wasatch chain, it did little […]

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On El Norte and Moscow

Posted by admin on April 12, 2013 in Musings |

Betty and I are going north to Moscow, Idaho, to screen our documentary film BRAVO! and as always, the prospect of traveling to a new location leaves me with—besides a sense of elation—a sense of trepidation…sort of, anyway. Not that I am on edge like I would be if I had to travel to Syria […]

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The Wind

Posted by admin on April 6, 2012 in Dust Storms, Musings |

The wind blows in Idaho this time of year. Totes the angry vestiges of another aging winter. Grass leans, limbs break, birds balance in the tops of aspen branches that tilt away from the gales that holler off the east Oregon desert. Time moves east to west around here, the wind sweeps west to east […]

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On Elko

Posted by admin on February 10, 2012 in Elko, Musings, Travel |

The halfway point of winter in the northern hemisphere has arrived here in Idaho with dry and warm weather. Trapped in some kind of drought, I suppose I should be saying stuff like, “We need snow in the mountains, we need rain on the flats,” or maybe I should be circling around dancing with my […]

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Gesture

Posted by admin on January 20, 2012 in Travel |

Four days before Christmas last Betty and I ventured to Socorro, San Antonio and the Bosque del Apache on the Rio Grande River in central New Mexico. We went in search of photography and nature and hot chili. Dodging uncharacteristic assaults of big blizzards, we spent a day and a half seeking and photographing the […]

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Leaf Peeping

Posted by admin on October 21, 2011 in Musings |

I am a desert rat and have since childhood mouthed dialogue about the beauty of the mountains vis à vis the desert. The mountains generally have no sand and wind that drives the sand and pits the paint job on your new Mercedes Benz, no short-legged plants, no spiny cacti, but trooping phalanxes of spruce […]

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Putting Up String Beans

Posted by admin on September 30, 2011 in Musings |

Tuesday I went out back into the garden and picked a mess of green beans. Of all the things I harvest back there, the beans are my least favorite, not because I dislike their flavor but because they grow at just the right height for me to have to bend my knees and lean in […]

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