Arches, Canyonlands & Dead Horse Point, Oh My!

Dead Horse Point is within a Utah state park, via a minor detour off the main road that leads to the main Canyonlands NP view area located at the end of the main road.  It’s a worthy detour; I consider the view from this point to be the most sensational, provocative and evocative vista ever.  A camera can’t really communicate the scope.  You just have to go there.

Here’s two more from Arches.  Mother Nature has been busy.


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Color

As an amateur photographer my brain is unconsciously alert for interestingly lit colors.  This post is beyond pedestrian, since it’s about me looking at my kitchen counter while preheating my coffee cup.  What struck me first was the color of the peppers in the Burger King orange colander.  I looked at the whole view then iPhoned it for posterity.

It amuses me to be so common, in the sense of Mamma’s opinion about Velma from Chicago.  I’m so committed to this particular connotation that I named a pet black rabbit Velma.  Predictably, she turned on me with hatred once she got hormones.  Stories within stories…

BTW, I am making progress organizing my pix from Dead Horse Point, and from Canyonlands and Arches national parks.  Stay tuned.

Update: The perfect wife caught me posting this chili-centric picture and says I must post an update later today when these Serranos are wholly contained within the fresh Salsa she’s making.


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Michael Walsh

Beyond the substance of insightful political writing, I appreciate well-turned phrases and sentences.  Michael Walsh is a good source.  The following is at the end of today’s American Greatness article about the death of journalistic ethics.  Walsh wields the comma perfectly, a tool often abused or forgotten.

“Consumed with resentment toward a man they loathe and, worse, for whom not a single person they collectively know voted, today’s journalists jealously guard what’s left of their dignity, their ethics, and their honor, even as they gnaw at their own entrails, and wonder why they’re dying.”


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