Sunday, July 31, 2005

Where did we go wrong?

shadowgraph by Leo

Facing the unexpected and chasing the unexplainable become routine after a while. Confusion and anxiety abound and all seems calm. Life and all the twists and foibles of humankind become as habit, though they still seem to never make sense. The eternal is a blur and the present is ever too clear.
"The evil men do lives after them. The good is oft interred with their bones"-Marc Antony (Bill Speare)

Friday, July 29, 2005

"Fuck that!"


Tuesday, July 26, 2005

The Coconuts

Photo by Leo

Monday, July 25, 2005

Jake, Joan Jett and Joe


Photo by Chester Arthur Burnett

Saturday, July 23, 2005

Birdland

Photo by Leo

Friday, July 22, 2005

5:30 am





























Photos by Leo

Inversion Layer

Photo by Leo

Thursday, July 21, 2005

Black Walnut

Photo by Leo

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Courthouse, Tombstone, Arizona




Where the Earps were acquitted of murder, 1881.

Roots

Photo by Leo

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Even Here

But even here in the desert water abounds enough to support life.

Photo by Leo

Broken Cistern




There is no water readily available in Gleeson anymore. Thank goodness Leo's van functioned properly and was able to get us back to civilization. Not sure how long I could have subsisted on wild legumes.

Inside Gleeson Temple




This was once a large, thriving place.

Leo at Gleeson Temple



These ruins were once the Temple of Gleeson, or possibly a municipal hall.

The gods of chaos and entropy rule here now.

Heart of Gleeson



It was near here that Leo found his "petroglyphs" of the bull's head and howling coyote.

It's a strange place -- the heart of Gleeson -- this building with a prominent "no trespessing" sign tacked to the front door.

So many mysteries in life. Certainly one here.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Archaeology

(The following is a transcription from memory of a discussion that took place in Gleeson, AZ. on Saturday July 16, 2005).

Theo: "Looky, look, Leo. Ancient Mayan petroglyphs, no doubt. What do you think?"

Leo: "Yes, lad. They are indeed petroglyphs that most likely date back to 1915, when the Pacoima indians left California and headed for Ohio. They then became the Cleveland Indians. If you recall your native history correctly, under the tutelage of Chief Boudreau they became the world champions in 1948 over the Boston Braves in a 4-2 series."

Theo: "Golly, Leo. You sure are smart. I wish I knew all about indians and history and stuff. I'm gonna write all about this for the newspaper. Nobody will ever believe it. I'll be famous. It'll be cool. Hey, What's over there?"Leo: "That, my young and varicose friend, is what remains of the Atlantean temple to the god Shadoobie. It dates back to the pre-Lapidary age when this whole area was at the bottom of the ocean. This sacred place was then a promontory over the coastline. Some say you could see Catalina Island from here on a clear day. That was back when the Goodman band first met up with Lionel Hampton."

Theo: "Wow. And to think it just looks like some old parking garage. I'm glad you're here, Leo. You put a whole new spin on everything."

Leo: Thank you, Theodore. Hey! Watch your step there. There's some cow shit... Never mind."

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Easter Morning


Saturday, July 16, 2005

Legume




Leo is holding a seed pod from a mesquite tree, whose foliage is visible behind him. Leo says this is from the legume family, like beans, and you can eat these seeds.

If I were lost in the desert, Leo would be handy.

Ruin


More from the ghost town




Here's one of the ruins from the ghost town of Gleeson, Arizona.

I had to take this self-portrait because Leo was back in the van hiding from rattlesnakes, scorpions and spiders. Oh, and he was also deleting some of the photos from his camera so he could shoot some photos for hisself.

Ghost Town




Leo and I drove a long, dusty road to get to this place called Gleeson. It's out in the middle of nowhere. Nearest town is Elfrida. Tombstone is about 20 miles to the west.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

The bus to never-ever land


What it comes down to, my boy, is what you're doing more than where you're going. In the moment is where you are. Don't make a project, be the project. Whether you do it by yourself or as part of the group mind, it's all the same. Keep going forward. As long as you keep talking you know you aren't dead. Don't make the mistake of counting the cross-ties on the Mexican railroad though. That one'll take you for sure. Whooooeeeeee!


Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Jungle Warfare

Photo by Leo

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

El Greco




From left to right are Leo, Chester Arthur Burnett and myself on the second floor of a Mexican restaurant -- El Greco -- in Nogales, Sonora, Mexico, on March 26, 2005.

Photo taken by waiter.

Directions















Photo by Leo

Elgin Characters




Keith, the fellow in the green shirt, tells a funny story about a friend who had a free, albeit scary, night at La Roca in Nogales, Mexico.

Monday, July 11, 2005

where Route 66 ends

dunno why but this one reminded me of you


Sunday, July 10, 2005

In the 'hood
















Some Tucson places on a very hot day.

Photos by Leo


Starry, Starry Night






Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
by Don McLean, 1971


Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

Not Yet


It hasn't rained much yet, but there's plenty of lightning and we've got 4 fires going within 50 miles of here. Everyone's looking for water. These guys were in a park-like area in SV which is surrounded by many houses (75 yards from the R2 unit in the previous post).

Photos by Leo

Friday, July 08, 2005

R2 unit




Blasted R2 unit can't sit still. Chased the stupid bugger all over the galaxy. Took concrete and some serious welding to get the bum to sit still long enough to get a bloody photo. All the while the dumb thing keeps saying brapp...brapp...brapp... and then spits out a quart of water.

Photo by Leo


Monsoon


Theo is correct. The monsoons are beginning. Slowly, at first, but promising some good light shows. Not as colorful as fireworks, but infinitely more intense. Lightning around here averages around 200 strokes per full-fledged storm. That's thought to be enough electricity to light NYC for a month.

Photo by Leo

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Visions



I read in the Sierra Vista Herald that if you look really closely at the car ahead of you while it's in the pre-soak cycle at the car wash you can see the image of the Virgin Mary in the soap. My ever inquisitive nature prodded me to see for myself. I thought it looked a bit more like Bogie in the scene in "African Queen" when Kate Hepburn dumps the gin out. Maybe the newspaper guy meant the tri-color wax cycle?

Photo by Leo


Leo Revisited



Just curious whether anyone noticed this motif in my composition.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Stand by our flag.

No matter what we got to sell, no matter where we're from (unless we can fly the stars and bars) no matter what America means to you, we're gonna sell our crap, dammit, and proudly fly the symbol of our freedom to make you feel like we got some real shit to sell.

Photo by Leo

Sneaky Daughter



My daughter just returned from a trip to Germany. She took this unauthorized photo of Ludwig's bedroom in the famous Neuschwanstein castle

Rachel writes in her blog:

"Next we took a tour of the inside of the castle. We weren't allowed to take pictures inside, but we went through this secret door, and I started feeling sneaky. So I turned my flash off and took a couple pictures. So sneaky! This one is in Ludwig's bedroom."

She's just like her Old Man!!

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Not Fade Away



Seems like cars of this age last forever out here. No rust is a good thing. It's like everyone's got one at least 20 years old or older. Heck, we've got 4 over 15 years old in our driveway and 2 of them are over 20. My friend Paul has the truck that his dad bought the day after he (Paul) was born in 1952 and it's all original equipment.

Photo by Leo

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