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Not justice

This photo,

doesn’t really do any justice to that stand of trees I passed in southern Arizona. It was almost translucent in beauty at the bottom of a this valley,

White flower over the valley

And there’s an orange moth on it too. Taken while on a dirt road near the US-Mexico border San Rafael Valley if I have my bearing right.

Wave function times

I am in an electron cloud, the Heisenberg uncertainty principle rules. All is in doubt. Nothing is decided.
All possibilities exist and none resolve. There are no definites. There is no collapse. The wave function waggles its hips and sashays across the floor unaware of the destruction and despair it wreaks.
My truck is not ready. It […]

Life is tough. The cows laugh at us.

This is a related thought to the previous post about thoughtful looking cows…
Life is tough. I’m not just talking about working or having a family or having to pick and choose an insurance provider or just move on from a relationship or bury a loved one or face your own demise.
It’s all of life that’s […]

At least they don’t have guns

Cows stare at you when you drive by. But when you get out of your truck they flee in terror.
Their big eyes belie an intelligence that is not there. If it were, they’d eat us instead of being tasty burgers.
I have sympathy for the cows since living is tough. Wandering through the desert looking […]

Faking it?

It almost looks like I know what I’m doing, huh? The movie is currently called “Somewhat Damaged”. That’s a production shot. So that would mean it’s a somewhat damaged production and that’, for some inexplicable reason, really cracks me up.

Sunset at the dunes

Sunset at White Sands park in New Mexico.

It’s a wrap, time for tequila

Wandering back to the car through sand dunes at sunset at the White Sands park in New Mexico there was only one thing certain.
Okay…maybe two things.
One is that it was absolutely definitely time for some tequila. The other thing was that I didn’t know how to use a video camera that day.

Tenacious life

Withering flowers in a dry wash, small upstart plants refusing to give up just because there is no water and the sand has been baked to brick. That is what life is all about.
I do not have life of that sort. I’ve always been more of the feather in the wind and that has not […]