Monthly Archives: April 2012

Back In Bisbee, Arizona

Finally, after troubles and delays which would try a saint, I rolled into Bisbee this afternoon.  After my truck problems had been resolved, I spent two days at City of Rocks State Park in SW New Mexico.  What a surreal and image-rich experience!

That was followed by a night and a day at a deprecated National Forest Service camp-site in the Chiricuhua Mountains.  Deprecated?  That just means they would rather you just hike there; such a better class of visitors!

Right now I’m parked up on Juniper Flats outside Bisbee, way up on a ridgetop with strong winds buffeting the truck.The setting sun warms the cab of the truck, and I have food to eat tonight.  I’m content.

“What, no photos?”, a hard-to-please reader exclaims grumpily.

You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours!




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More Bryce Canyon Photos

I can’t help but wonder what Mormon settler Ebenezer Bryce thought as he entered the weird and dramatic canyon (actually more of an amphitheater) which was ultimately named after him. The Mormon Church had ordered, or strongly suggested, that he take his family to the remote area and homestead there.

Bryce was evidently a pragmatic man; he has been recorded as saying, “It’s a helluva place to lose a cow”. Bryce settled there in 1874 and lasted until 1880, discouraged by the effects of over-grazing, drought, and flood, not unusual in Utah red-rock country. He and his family moved to Texas. Life in hoodoo country is not easy.

Bev and I spent just a day there last month, but I hope to go back in the near future. Such amazing sights!

After walking down the steep path to the canyon (see this previous post: Two Interludes), I was becoming annoyed by the flocks of other tourists. Perhaps there was a side-path, so I could experience the place without the company of other people?

At the bottom of the canyon I saw another path branching off, but a chain and a warning sign barred it off. I blithely stepped over the chain and was alone again, as Bev had stayed with the collies up in the parking lot.

Wonders and splendors awaited me as I walked up the path. Some views:

Notice how precisely and sharply the contours of the sandstone formation are outlined against the sky. This is a phenomenon of the arid Southwest; the humidity in the more humid parts of the continent blurs similar outlines, something you become accustomed to. A visit to the canyonlands of the Southwest is like having your optical prescription updated.

I began to wonder why the path had been chained off. Perhaps a rock-slide?

I came to the entry to a slot canyon. I saw a woman walking into it and followed her in. She was Hispanic, and I encountered her urging her husband to leave with her, but he was busy taking photographs and ignored her as long as he reasonably could. The couple noticed me and the woman approached me, her husband oblivious as he captured a few final photos of the dramatic scene.

She said to me, “You want me to make a picture of you?”

I was charmed by the use of the word “make” rather then “take”. I really didn’t want a “picture of me” right then, but I gave her my camera and she took a shot of me in the slot canyon; it didn’t turn out too well so I won’t include it here. Nice of her to offer, though!

The couple left and I focused my attention. What a cool place to be on a sunny day!

A switch-backed trail led up the steep slope outside of the canyon. I looked back:

I found out why the trail had been closed off. The zig-zag path was coated with a layer of snow which had an icy surface. Evidently the hour or two of sun the trail receives each day had melted the surface and made it rather treacherous.

I got to the top and saw another sign:

We drove out of the park headquarters area and stopped several more times for photography, but the remainder of my chosen photos will have to wait for another post!



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Geraniums Everywhere

Members of the genus Geranium are commonly encountered; they can easily be distinguished by their dissected palmate leaves and weirdly elongated seed-pods, which due to a fancied resemblance causes several species to be known as cranesbills. I have long been familiar with Midwest woodland species of Geranium, such as the common Wood Geranium or Alum Root, which some refer to as the Old Maid’s Nightcap: Geranium maculatum.

Here in central New Mexico I’ve been seeing profuse growths of another species, one with a very spiny and elongated seed-pod. You might say that the pod is a caricature of the actual bill of a crane. I’m not sure of the species, but suspect that it’s a native of Europe that has found a new home in the US, as have so many other Europeans. Some cranesbill pods growing in front of stones in a gravelly campground:

Frankly the pods are more interesting and striking than the modest pale-purple flowers, though these can have some charm when growing en masse:


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Socorro Sights

No, I won’t be showing any travelog-style photos of this mid-size town in central New Mexico. I really haven’t seen any of the historical and/or scenic parts of town, and thus I can’t do it justice. I’m on foot, way out on the edge of town while my truck is being fixed, and the sun and low humidity have been relentless.

You don’t want, I am sure, to see shots of the long commercial strip along California Street. It’s all too easy to see such scenes of fast-food, gas station, and motel commercialism wherever you might live.

I was walking down the strip early this afternoon, cap-brim held low against the glare, as I needed some groceries.

I happened to walk by a clump of cacti which has been gradually coming into full bloom, with showy scarlet blossoms, during the past few days. Today I had remembered to bring my camera. The clump, most likely the species Echinocereus fasciculatus, was growing next to the sidewalk in front of an unmarked stucco or adobe building, evidently a business not doing much or any of that these days.

My attention was attracted by a card pierced by a slotted hole which was hanging from the doorknob of the main entrance. I moved closer:

Hmm… it looked like a business of some sort failed and left behind an outstanding power bill. The business also left behind a nice clump of Echinocereus, which is carrying on regardless of the fate of the human planters!

A view of the clump:

Notice the sharply-cut shadows on the sidewalk cast by the merciless sun typical at this eight-thousand-foot altitude.

A shot taken from up-under:

A single flawless blossom:

After this mild exertion, squatting there on the sidewalk and regarding the clump, I straightened up, took a drink from my water bottle, and proceeded on down the sidewalk.



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Two Interludes

Right now I’m stranded in an RV park on the edge of Socorro, New Mexico, at an altitude of 8000 feet in the dry and high desert. My truck is enduring a head transplant, and I’m hoping that the mechanics have mercy upon me and don’t take undue advantage of a lone traveler.

My partner Bev recently posted a nice photo-essay about our last day together, just before we parted ways: she is now back in Canada, and I’m trying to make my way to Bisbee, Arizona, for the summer. We hope to be reunited soon.

Forest Interlude

I’m feeling rather vulnerable here, with no truck for shelter in inclement weather. My musical instruments are out in the open, and the tent I’m staying in wouldn’t withstand rainy weather for long. The truck should be ready tomorrow and I’ll gladly be on my way. Luckily the skies are clear and it probably won’t rain here for weeks or months.

During our meandering journey to the east Bev and I visited some remarkable sites, great examples of American geological splendor.

Here are a couple of shots from that day. I felt a bit oppressed by the crowd of tourists from all around the world. Too many people! The second photo is from a time when I decided to seek out a path less traveled; stay tuned — perhaps tomorrow I’ll post photos of a cool slot canyon, the path to which was blocked off by warning signs:

Such surreal hoodoos!

The crowds descending the switch-backed pack into the depths of the canyon — this circumstance induced me to find another way:

The wi-fi server here is unreliable; it took three tries to get these images uploaded to Also, I’m typing in the dark, so perhaps tomorrow morning I’ll get some more images uploaded!



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A Lovecraft Pastiche

I realize that not everyone shares my liking for the florid and overwrought prose of the early-twentieth-century fabulist and writer of horror stories H.P. Lovecraft. Now you don’t even have to crack open one of his books — in this parody James Warner captures well the peculiar flavor of Lovecraft’s stories: the hinting at horrors that can’t be described, the fear and paranoia which infects the unhappy man’s ravings, and the suggestions, never fully adumbrated, of evil elder gods which nobody would like to encounter. This piece I found to be quite entertaining:

Lovecraft As Advice Columnist

Thanks go to science-writer Jennifer Ouellette for bringing this piece to my attention.



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Arches National Park

It’s a chilly morning here in Socorro,New Mexico. I am taking my ease in a tent pitched in an RV campground on the edge of town, swaddled in a sleeping bag and taking advantage of the wi-fi access this place provides. I’m waiting for a new head gasket to be installed in my truck,and as I wait I’ve been looking through the photos I’ve shot during the past couple of weeks.

On our meandering journey to the East Bev and I spent several days in Utah, visiting choice localities which she wanted to share with me. I was eagerly anticipating a visit to Arches National Park, just north of Moab. The park was disagreeably crowded, but the splendor of the sandstone formations more than made up for the crowded conditions. I envy Edward Abbey, who served as a ranger in the park back when it was a National Monument and could only be accessed via a gravel road.

As I processed some of my photos I realized that I hadn’t included a single arch! There is so much to see in that park, and for me, the arches, while beautiful and photogenic, paled before some of the other formations.

Have a look at the park through my eyes:

Most of these formations have been given colloquial names, an effort by human observers to make sense of such mind-boggling sights. I shun these names. These formations don’t need names; they are eons-old structures which will be continuing to slowly weather away when the human race is but a distant memory.

We were fortunate–the skies were blue with photogenic clouds during our visit.

A stone lion?

I do enjoy vast landscapes,but my personal bent leans towards more intimate scenes. Here is a miniature canyon among the fossilized sand dunes:

King of the hoodoo tribe:

Okay,I just have to include one arch!



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