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Sunshine, near Amargosa (Death Valley Junction), California

Every day is a good day to be alive, whether the sun’s shining or not. —Marty Robbins




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There are many adjectives available to describe things that have been discarded and are now…in limbo. Besides hopeless, derelict, abandoned, neglected, rundown, eroding and decaying are also good fits for this truck and trailer I came upon recently. And for a photographer, there’s one more—opportunity.

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Buy, buy, says the sign in the shop window; Why, why, says the junk in the yard.
—Paul McCartney

The Igloo


Alaska is bitterly, sub-freezingly COLD during the wintertime, but I didn’t expect to see an igloo in August. Yet there it sat, at the back of a large graveled parking area a short distance north of Anchorage (up there, forty miles is a short distance). As it has been for most of its existence, dating to the beginning of construction in the 1970s, the unfinished hotel is for sale. That’s right, hotel. I’m betting the small combined Laundry/Groceries/Showers building next to it is also on the block. A bit of online research revealed the Igloo to be a popular stop for photographers and other curious folk driving between Anchorage and Fairbanks, even if it’s a bit sad no one got to stay there.


“Some days, it’s so hot out here you’ll forget where you are,
really are, in the middle of a desert, leaning against your car,
and you won’t see the paint fading, like the sky or water,
losing its lustre, its blue, and you’ll get beyond caring
what it’s doing to you.” —Bones McCracken

Home, Sweet Home

Home, Sweet HomeIt’s a fine feeling, having a place called home where folks miss you when you’re traveling. That’s why I drove most of a thousand miles this past Monday, leaving Las Vegas in the wee windy hours and only stopping in Yreka, California, because common sense (and my eyes) had had enough for a day. Tuesday was a cakewalk, northward on the interstate through yellowing woods and rain squalls to Eugene, with time to take away a strawberry milkshake from the Rice Hill drive-in.

I haven’t unpacked the 4Runner yet, except for photo equipment, and I also haven’t dived into all the pictures I took over 26 days of holiday time. It’s always a temptation to rush into viewing what you’ve photographed, but I’ve found that that isn’t always what I’ve experienced, so I go slow, and savor, and remember.

Abandoned trailers are fairly common in the Southwest, so I began a collection. Imagining these homes in their prime, as they came off the assembly line years ago—who lived in them, and where, and how did their journeys end?

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