it is terribly hard to break the orbit when all the pull comes from the center which won’t unhand you despite your rolls and veers release the anchors and jettison the cargo the guidance system has failed and there is only one way fall into the magnetic mass until the time is just right...
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Two California condors rest on the girders of one of the Navajo Bridges in northern Arizona. Once thought extinct, the condors have made a small comeback, and they find the area around Navajo Bridges an attractive place to hang out at.
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This morning, up early and scheming for some photography practice, I texted my sister. Any interest in going to the Botanic Gardens? Yes. 7:40, she arrived with a cup of raspberry mocha for me, and we headed down towards I-25 and I-40 and the Old Town area. We enjoyed a great morning in the...
Read more →I recently watched a TedTalk video given by Max Hawkins, a guy who at one time lived a fairly rigidly structured life. Because he was a person of discipline, he meticulously scheduled his time, and by living according to this schedule, being in firm control, he came to feel he was living a bit...
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If you take Utah Route 95 from Hanksville southwest to Blanding, you get to take in a lot of sights- which explains its designation as a Scenic Byway. For 125 miles, you pass through no towns, and wander from elevated plain to desert wilderness as you enter the Glen Canyon/Lake Powell region. Towards Blanding,...
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Last Sunday, the Trinity Site in White Sands Missile Range had one of its two semi-annual open houses, and I had a desire to visit it for some time, so I left in the morning to spend a few hours there. Not certain what I would experience there, once I got to there, I...
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A second view out a south window in the McDonald Ranch House, which includes more of the room detail.
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McDonald Ranch House Trinity Site, White Sands Missile Range, NM The world’s first nuclear weapon was assembled in an adobe and wood house, two miles from where it would detonate, in a remote New Mexico desert. Remarkably, the McDonald Ranch House stood up decently to the bomb’s terrifying blast on July 16, 1945, and...
Read more →I’ve never had much of a tongue. Just giant eyes that could look in the dark and see a blow, a bruise, a tear. I struggle not knowing where those came from, or where they want. But I could see them and be at a loss for words.
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