Another scenic diversion amidst the preponderance of butt-ugly honesty that is Rawlins, Wyoming. (I’m not sure what the floating head, the giant man towering over the trees, and other object in the mural are all about.)]]>
I wasn’t sure if these items where what was left after the good stuff was taken or if this was the good stuff. In Rawlins, this may be as good as it gets.]]>
A rather angry Rottweiler who objected to me walking down his alley reminded me of this line from Warren Zevon’s Rottweiler Blues “Don’t knock on my door if you don’t know my Rottweiler’s name.” I was glad he was chained up. Sometime later, in another alley, I was surprised by an unrestrained Rottweiler coming around the corner of a garage. After my adrenaline hit a peak, I realized it was about the friendliest Rottweiler I’ve ever come across. Whew! I much preferred being surprised by the two fawns in yesterday’s photo.
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Coming across these two cute little fawns in this otherwise profane scene was almost a surreal experience. It’s quite a contrast to yesterday’s image.]]>
The Geography of Survival #17Big Wood River, Idaho2014
I thought of a sombrero when I first saw this. I suspect a certain brother of mine will see something entirely different–perhaps a zebra stripped flying saucer?]]>