Monday, March 30, 2009

Blank wall

My step-father's brother didn't like people and he didn't like fresh air. He'd sit in his living room staring at the wall. We were all afraid of him. One day, I ventured into the room and asked him what was wrong.
"Nothing's wrong. I just hate scenery," he said.

Vermilion Flycatcher

The other day I mentioned in my blog I'd seen a beautiful red bird but didn't know what it was. Yesterday at Kartchner Caverns I saw another and in the Discovery Center finally found a book and discovered the bird's name. I also learned the male Vermilion Flycatcher spends 90% of its time perched on one thing or another.
The female Flycatcher can't resist him! And neither can I.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Off the grid

Today we're leaving all this behind. We'll be traveling for the next few days without email, without blogs, twitter, facebook, TV. It just leaves me breathless. I'll be back in touch possibly on Wednesday. (I feel like I'm getting ready for my first spacewalk.)

Saturday, March 28, 2009


I know someone who once told me there was absolutely nothing she regreted in her life. I found this incredulous.
Me? I regret once hunting quail. I regret not being kinder. I regret my impatience and not paying real attention to the simple things in life.
If you never feel this regret how can you possibly fix a trajectory? How can you right your path?

Friday, March 27, 2009


Instead of working on my book today, I'm finding stuff in the desert and making other stuff out of it. (I'm a terrible photographer, perhaps clicking on the images will help.)


I'm thinkng of my mother today on what would have been her 89th birthday. Writer, painter, ponderer. A woman who didn't live long enough to find her own peace.

Ignorance not bliss

Yesterday I was hiking in a riverbed, my dog and I when suddenly a little red bird flew from the skeleton of a burned tree. It landed not far from us and watched us watch it. It was an incredible little bird, completely red except for its brown wings, the size of a sparrow and so beautiful. And I wanted so much to know what this little bird was.
I've always been on the cusp of knowledge. I've always almost known things.
It's a quandrous place to be, a brittle branch, a place just out of the reach of personal comfort.

The calm after the storm

It's beautiful to wake up this morning after days of ferocious wind to find not a leaf in the trees moving and the only sound the Union Pacific off to my left.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Red meat

It's tough to get a good vegie sandwich on the road.


Annie Bones is a great traveler. Here she is, kicked back while we're buffeted by bigrigs on I10 heading west out of Silver City, NM.

Walls and weavers

Horse and rider, mural, Silver City, NM
Silco Theater

Old Town, Silver City, NM

Hosana at Wild West Weaving. She gave us a lesson and a tour of her gallery. Beautiful. See her weavings at

Monday, March 23, 2009

New Mexican dusk

The sun slips behind the Chiricahuas and the rig rocks in the wind. The only thing missing is the soft glow from a lantern and the lingering scent of kerosene.
I'm watching for the nightly arrival of the coyotes coming to reclaim their land.

Dust song

Fifty mile per hour gusts. The wind whistles so loudly it's as if we've been swallowed by some deep throated warbler.

Family legacy

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
-Sylvia Plath

Rusty's RV Ranch

(I have no idea why there are two images here. But the 2nd one is free.)
This place is in open desert, few people and at first we feared this was to be the desert equivilent of the Bates Motel.
The people though are friendly, the Chiricahua's are nearby, coyotes are circling Annie's water dish, the snakes are out and there is a nice breeze from the east. It doesn't get much better than this.

Geronimo surrenders

We drove through Skeleton Valley in New Mexico today. We passed a border patrol truck with 2 agents and an apprehended illegal who stood at the back of the truck with his hat in his hand. Later we passed two men in heavy layered clothing carrying water jugs walking down I80 toward the Mexican border. Right toward the border patrol.
"They look like they want to get caught," I said.
"Maybe they've had it. It's hot out. They look tired," Irene added.
We rounded a bend in the road and passed another border patrol headed in the direction of the 2 walkers. We knew they were doomed. We looked out our window. We were staring at the mounument dedicated to the very spot where Geronimo surrendered to the US Army in 1886.
"Good as any spot," I said.

Back streets of Bisbee

Okay, so I'm in love. Is there someone out there willing to sponsor me into free housing in this town? I'm a good person...
(photo credits, Irene)

Sunday, March 22, 2009

General merchandise

This woman, I'll name her Willa, looks out between the metal lattice in the window of General Merchandise and Farm Implements in Pearce, a ghost town 20 miles up the road. The town consisted of an intersection with a closed pottery shop and the sign, "always open", a boarded up house with two barking pit bulls and another sign directing us to the Pearce Cemetery.

Command Central

Note "IV poles" keeping the juice flowing.

Applauding applesauce

I bought this necklace in Bisbee yesterday. I thought it said, "applesauce". (don't ask why I found that appealing, I just did.) When we got back to the rig, I noticed it said, "Applause". Now it is a much noisier necklace than I'd intended.

Happy Birthday, Sol!

My son, Sol is celebrating his birthday today somewhere in Mexico with his family, a regular birthday weekend! (Sol is seen here looking very perky early one morning last week in his kitchen with his wife, Diane, also looky perky considering it isn't even light out and no one's had coffee yet.)

Saturday, March 21, 2009


It is very difficult for me to make a decision on a hill. I feel precarious and I view the whole world the same way.

View from the hill

Night skies over Bisbee.

Happy Birthday, CC!

Today is my granddaughter, Sierra's 9th birthday! A very happy one to this kid who at this very moment is someplace in Mexico celebrating with her family! (what an incredible girl!)


The RV park in Bisbee is so crowded we can't see beyond our neighbor's satellite dishes.

The Visitors

Some may remember our Witness Protection friends, Stan and Janet. Well, we just met up with them again in the Arizona desert. They're getting pretty cocky. This time they didn't even cover their faces. Just wait til the federales get a load of this! Great to see you guys....and what fantastic cookies!!! (that's what we had for dinner last night.)

Friday, March 20, 2009

Dot's Diner

1957 diner originally sat at the corner of Ventura and Topanga Canyon in Los Angeles and was brought by flatbed truck to the Shady Dell on Hwy 80, southeast Arizona in 1996.
Irene yuks it up at Dot's Diner with Cha Cha, who recommends the burger and chocolate malt.

Farkle in the pole barn

We spent last night at Deb and Phil's in Cochise, AZ playing Farkle in their pole barn. Nothing but the starless sky and the slim outline of the Stronghold to the west. And under the rafters near the Xmas lights just a soft rustle as the Cactus-wrens and their spring brood settled in for the night.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

In bloom

Another roadside shrine. Sadly as abundant as the wildflowers.

Persimmon Tree

I have a poem published in the spring issue of Persimmon Tree On-line Magazine. Please visit to read, "Cornstalks and Crows."

Monday, March 16, 2009

The heat has begun to turn hot

Leapin' lizards
Irene and Annie Bones take a dip in the Colorado

It's like carrying a 2 ton boulder around on your back. Nice in camp though.

There are wildflowers everywhere! (seriously, there were more than these 3 little daisies.)

Friday, March 13, 2009

The land of the powerless

We're taking our weird freaked out selves on the road in the morning....We'll be back about April 6th. Will blog, facebook and twitter where ever we find a plug....

At the pitch

"..I want to live at the pitch which is near madness but disciplined by art."
-Morton Marcus

Thursday, March 12, 2009


18 hours with my son, Aaron from Toronto who is on the West Coast for a work conference. Fleeting and sweet.


Sisters Singing and The Dalai Lama, both best sellers in Santa Cruz, CA.

Reading Margaret Atwood

She writes, "....his lean feet stick out, toes with the deprived look of potatoes sprouted in the bag." (just how can you not love this Canadian writer?!)

Stabbed in the heart

My latest offering to the Found-Art-Goddess. Turn the wheel at the base of this seaweed woman. She says, "I've been stabbed in the heart so many times but I'm still in love with you honey."
(click on image to fully appreciate.)