Place in the World

The moment the plane lifts off, so do my spirits. It’s time for a great escape. I’m leaving the desert behind and returning to the coast, abandoning the quiet to embrace a city of a million lights-that is all tangled up within a congested freeway system. I’m heading back to the part of the world I still consider to be home. Continue reading

Awakening

I arrived in Tucson about this time last year, near the end of winter, just on the verge of spring. Leaving palm trees behind for cactus, daily exploratory walks uncovered numerous discoveries that I dutifully captured with a newfound treasure: a macro lens. Looking at things close up seemed to be a running theme for me during this time. I was looking at the details of my life, wondering what needed to change. Continue reading

Weekly Photo Challenge – Smile

Don’t get me anywhere near a petting zoo. I’m attracted to them like a magnet and you might never get me out. I don’t care that while I’m there, I’m more than twice as tall as the average visitor, and four times their age. I love them. So much so that I’ve lost more laundry quarters than I can count–to the vending machines that pour nutritional pellets into my eager, cupped hands. Continue reading

I’d Rather Be

Sitting in my car waiting for a red light to turn green, I often see a bumper sticker that begins with I’d rather be and ends with the driver’s one wish. Some drivers wish only to be fishing, while others–as they drive through the desert–dream of surfing in Hawaii. Passing through the intersection, I think of other places and activities I’d rather be doing. If I’m going to be in a car, I’d rather be… Continue reading

Searching for a Memory in Tombstone

I’m standing outside Boothill Cemetery studying its surrounding walls, trying to match what I see with a memory from my childhood. I’ve just traveled along a dusty desert road. The toxic, nostril burning smell of a skunk (who has met an unfortunate end sometime earlier in the morning), leaks through my car’s air conditioning vents for most of my journey from Tucson to Tombstone–a distance of a little over seventy miles. Continue reading

My World in Black and White: Soda and Swine – San Diego, CA

You can take the girl out of California, but you can’t take California out of the girl. At least you can’t with this girl. On a recent pilgrimage to San Diego, I think my car decided it wanted more time to enjoy the sea breezes–so it forced me to stand in a parking lot calling for roadside assistance. But there are worse places to be stranded for an afternoon. At least my car had the good taste to stage a protest within walking distance of butterscotch lattes and artisan chocolate. Continue reading