Bombs Away!

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The Fallon Electronic Warfare Range is located in the southern part of Dixie Valley, not far as the crows fly from Middlegate, Nevada. It’s open to the public (with some understandable restrictions) because the Navy doesn’t drop real bombs there—as the name implies, it’s computerized.

On the day we visited the roads were soft following a heavy rainstorm. If we got stuck, help (if any) would be a long time coming. We had our chance the next day. I’d added GPS coordinates to my Garmin hand-held, Ulrich had photos from Google on his laptop…now all we had to do was locate our targets.

I’ll bet the Navy pilots find them easier than we did.

We stopped at two locations on the Range, and probably missed a couple more. If Nevada seems large on a map, wait until you get out and walk around. We used up most of our day at just those two spots.

Highlights for me: The emptiness. Lean, spare scenery in every direction. Lack of insects (until dusk, anyway). The quiet. And the questions that come to mind out there—who operated the equipment, and when and where did they serve? The stories they could tell.
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One Afternoon In Fairbanks

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Alaska is itself an abstraction—the size and scope of the landscape overwhelming to the senses. Meanwhile, in downtown Fairbanks…

There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality. —Pablo Picasso

Time In A Bottle

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There never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
—Jim Croce

From The Top Of The Hill

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A gravel road stretching toward bad weather in northeastern Oregon’s wheat county, after scanning in SilverFast 8 and a pass with Topaz Labs’ Simplicity, using the Watercolor settings.

Too Close To The Flame

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Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what’s in a name?
—Helen Hunt Jackson

The Sunday Scan: Forest In Fog

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A pine forest on a foggy morning in Yellowstone, taken a few years after the wildfires of 1988 changed the landscape.