Arizona here…and South Western Arizona there

I found a field on some mountainside somewhere between Flagstaff, AZ and Ajo, Az. There had been a fire there a few years in the past.

This was a shot of a welcome sign to the town of Nothing, Az. The Mayor who doubled as their convenience store attendant told me the cactus flowers were giving him horrible allergies when there were probably 50 within a square mile. He asked if the pollen was better in New York. I told him he’d be carried away in a stretcher minutes after landing if he couldn’t handle a dozen flowers, he thought that was funny. I bought a $5 Mountain Dew and got back on the road.

A night shot of some trails near Ajo, AZ. I spent hours trying to find a scorpion. Not too smart. Luckily I have never succeeded…despite my efforts.

Some cacti and landscape in Organ Pipe National Monument-the most beautiful place I have ever seen or been. I almost didn’t stop, thinking that the term “National Monument” must designate a statue.

Some novelty shots of little towns near the Mexican boarder. The teepees were cement motel rooms. I took the plaster horse shot from my motel window. The owners stood it there like some equine peeping Tom.

Adirondack Mountains….Windfall Pond

Near an abandoned beaver dam at the south end of Windfall pond in the Adirondack Mountains. I found that incompletely severed log 50 feet away. From the size of the bite marks it looked like he could have gotten through in another dozen bites if he didn’t get lazy. The water in the Adirondacks has become too acidic for fish I’ve been told. Not by concerned Naturalists either…by hunters complaining about having nothing to kill. The water is inhabitable only by a few species of minnow. They make their way down stream from Queer Lake…yes, Queer Lake. I’ve spent many hours there sunning myself like an Italian lizard but have found only a few dragonfly larvae in the water, an occasional frog on the shore and what appears to be perch fry, but nothing else. I did notice Venus fly traps on the shore. I didn’t know they were indigenous to NY. Guess I thought they were from  some Rain Forest, somewhere.

Farla Likes the Dream Machine

I built a few dream machines to Ian Sommerville’s exact specs. They are relaxing and inspirational simultaneously…even if you don’t dig Wm Burroughs and Brion Gysin as much as me. Drugs don’t need to be incorporated to get the full effect. Seriously. My cat Eggplant really likes them and she’s never even glimpsed at a television…or taken drugs.