hear, smell, feel…is way more complicated than WE are. Of Course…
Meanwhile, our good friends having headed down the road soon after breakfast, I organized a morning watercolor, went to town to collect the mail, mail an absentee ballot, see various humans and lay in gasoline for a possible trip in the event I felt perkier later in the week
…which didn’t exactly happen soon.
The weather at least was perfect and certain things got done or at least Observed like,
below, “Hercules”,
“Gem”,
“Gramma Seed”
and this unnamed broken-window thingie out on the flat.
Looking south to the Parker Ranch Saturday morning
I felt sufficiently recovered/energetic so that after an afterlunch run to Gerlach
a small exploratory foray up onto the Granites’ alluvium beckoned but the road, at first only
slightly washed out, became truly impassable further on. At which point a person had
to backtrack to the highway, go north
up the canyon and a bit into the Buffalo Hills just to get a sense of the season.
On the way down a Prowler that would prowl no more was ditched opposite Willey’s driveway
strangely unscathed though the SUV pulling it had obviously rolled..
I went on home to an evening
and a last truly glorious Nevada fall day…
Monday after a trip around the ponds the dog and I dogged it
on down the desert; Sand Pass, Fish Springs, etc. etc.
through Loyalton’s Hallowe’en preparations and over the hill with disastrous tidings continuing
from Pittsburgh to the usual stop, Heather Glen.
Then the frayed traffic, not as bad as sometimes, and home to a warm Benicia afternoon in an American October of shootings and all the usual polarizing racism…
Not good, not good at all; third world phony election shenanigans…no succor for the suckers.
Well, vote if you haven’t, and hope for the best.
As Zippy once said, “Life is a blur of Republicans and meat.” Welcome back to Californiaye!
Alleluia Junction made me remember hearing Yul Anderson on the streets
of Copenhagen, the latter being more melodious, but you’ve got a lot of
“beautiful distractions” for the autumn as well
Glad you were up for a foray on the Granites’ alluvium and Buffalo Hills; that scenery looked much better than that long line for Magritte at MOMA.
Yeah….just counting down to mid-terms…as Drumpf throws more racist meat at his base, trying to jack up the fear level before the polls close.
Perhaps that “unnamed broken-window thingie out on the flat” should be titled “Amerika 2018”.
Hoping for less broken glass in 2019.
Yep..will it be the Blue Wave or the dread Red Tide? We all know how great the red tides are for life here along the coast.
So much beautiful light in so many of the photos. I can usually “read” a photo with reflections and layers, they usually can entrance me but not hold any particular mysteries as to the how. But I am completely flummoxed by the hovering shaft of gold light casting the shadow of a chair on…. what? And it is broken it seems by another dark shadow. I assume some sort of structure of foreground reflections but I can’t put it together. I’m not asking for an explanation. I like the unreadability of it too much. So don’t tell me anything more. It’s marvelous in its mystery. I am not looking for the “Duh..” moment.
Some really beautiful photos of fall color, so vivid against the dry landscape. I especially liked Linda’s sculpture with the yellow tree and the house surrounded by yellow and orange, but there were many others….