After lunch along 89 and Sierraville for the Post Office, it was gas as always at Hallelujah Junction; praise de load!
East beyond Doyle and curious signage to…deja vu all over again…
…deja vu, and still not shot into unreadability [even halfway through hunting season !] so up the cold desert to Wall Spring …
and evidence of “activity”…
After unloading, most of a night’s sleep and the morning walk, lots more “activity”…
… finishing up by mid-afternoon;
So, awaiting mud on the morrow.
To be continued…
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Your first photo (and it’s perfect caption) stunningly portrays America today. It is an incisive, revealing snapshot of the economy, environmental choices, war, the inexorable deal we made with the (black) devil, and religion. All captured in a Henri Cartier-Bresson moment; dang, I love photography.
Oh….and thank you for the antidote (at the other end of your post), masquerading as one of your paintings. I feel better now.
But do you feel SAFER now? That’s the important thing…
No, not safer; but better. It’s a start.
wow, that’s serious activity
Just wait for the mud! [coming soon to a blog near you]
Questions, questions, questions: those look like M113s from the Vietnam era. I wonder where they have been hiding? Are all those rocks from where your foundation goes? What is that horse poopy thing the dogs are so interested in?
And finally, nice photos, it looks cold.
Hiding…hmm? Coming from an auction at Herlong, maybe? Or headed there for one?
As for those DOGS, they’re sniffing a pile of deaccessioned bolts from one of Linda’s sculptures coyotes leave messages on, no doubt…
Bolts….I too was thinking along the lines of offal.
Beautiful, but it does look cold and I am not sure how or why.
Living where I do I am inured to the presence of our valiant military.