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Category: Photographs
The Philosopher’s Consolation: The Owl of Minerva Spreads its Wings at Dusk
It may be too late to make America great again. Where is the glory that was Rome?
How Nations Slip from Greatness to Obscurity
Fremont Saddle, Western Superstitions. Weaver’s Needle
View from a Side Car
We are heading east on U.S. 60 in the direction of Superior, AZ. Picketpost Mountain looms on the horizon. Mike Valle is driving the motorcycle; your humble correspondent rides shotgun.
A Good Time to Swim the Tiber
More shots of Rome here.
At the Hermitage
Grateful to Live in Arizona
I've lived in Hawaii, Santa Barbara, Boston, and the Midwest, not to mention other places in the USA and abroad: Salzburg, Austria, Freiburg, Germany, and Ankara, Turkey. No place beats Arizona, all things considered. That is a mighty subjective judgment, to be sure, but if a blogger cannot vent his subjectivity, who can?
For one thing, Arizona is in the West and we all know that the West is the best, far, far away from the effete and epicene East, lousy with liberals, and the high taxes they love; but not so far West as to be on the Left Coast where there was once and is no more a great and golden state, California. Geographical chauvinism aside, there is beauty everywhere, even in California, when you abstract from the political and economic and social malaise wrought by destructive leftists, the majestic Sierra Nevada, for example, the Range of Light (John Muir). Herewith, an amateur shot of the the Sedona red rock country:
I Introduce Two New Friends to the Superstition Mountains
One of the great boons of blogging is that the blogger attracts the like-minded. Below are two medical doctors I had the great pleasure of spending the day with in a satisfying break from my Bradleyan reclusivity. Dave K. found me via this weblog and initiated correspondence, so I knew he would be simpatico. I didn't know about his wife, Barbara C. , but she turned out also to be a member of the Coalition of the Sane, a Trump supporter, and one charming lady of Italian extraction.
Halcyon October in the Western Superstitions
Photo credit: Barbara Caffaratti
Train Bound for Nowhere
Theme music: Kenny Rogers, The Gambler
The Open Road from the Cockpit of a Jeep Wrangler
Theme music: Eagles, Take it Easy
Parker Pass, Western Superstitions, March 2019
Peripatetic Philosophy in the Western Superstitions
Dale Tuggy and I explored some new trails in a four and one half hour ramble out of the Cloudview Trailhead, 30 March 2019. Weather exquisite, companionship excellent, conversation both deep and wide-ranging. Physical condition at the end: righteously tuckered and ready for re-hydration. In a word, beer.
Prandial and Post-Prandial Pleasures
With Brian B. and Mike V. at Los Locos Gringos, my favorite local Mexican eatery. There is nothing better than a good meal and good conversation with like-minded friends. After Mike sped away on his iron horse, Brian and I spent the rest of the afternoon playing chess at Gecko Espresso. Mike, on the right, is one sharp-dressed man these days. Me? I am still of the '60s sartorially speaking.
