Lost Dutchman Days Parade and Rodeo… Liz was in the parade, so my day was off to an early start.
I dropped her off at the staging area, and then headed to Captain’s for biscuits and gravy, and a Bloody Mary. Captains is only a few hundred feet away from the parade route, how fortunate. Continue reading “Lost Dutchman Days Parade”
I have dabbled in abstract painting. I have even done some realism. Neither style has captured my enthusiasm. I want my paintings to tell a story. Maybe not my story, some some story. I have not seen much abstraction that brings the viewer into a story. Continue reading “Dive Bars and Neighborhood Establishments”
I was raised on country music. We didn’t have a lot of music playing at my house when I was growing up, but when it was, it was Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins, Patsy Cline. We watched Hee Haw on TV. In black and white.
I was introduced to Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson when I lived in Florida. Terry Wayne, Butch and Chuck had this white dodge van that we would cruise the streets of Ocala in, with Waylon and Willie playing on the 8-track. Continue reading “Waylon Jennings”
The Superstition Wilderness is known as some of the most arduous hiking terrain in the United States. In the desert, everything fights back. We no longer have to be wary of Apache raiders, but the mountains still have their own surprises.
Last week, at the Superior Antique Show, Liz and I picked up a handful of vintage postcards of the Superstition Mountain and Tonto National Forest area. Several were hand-colored, including this gem of the mountain as viewed from what is now known as Gold Canyon. Continue reading “Postcards from the Edge (of the Superstitions)”