3 February 2016

The mountains near Casa PG are looking good these days.

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This is an iPhone photo. Phone cameras are getting better and better.

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25 January 2016

In the northeastern United States, many residents are shoveling themselves out after an epic snowstorm, which may somewhat diminish their appreciation of the beauty of snow.

PG took the following at Jenny Lake in Grand Teton National Park, a short drive from Jackson, Wyoming.

Mountain Lake - Clarity - Neon - Layers

Bookface Friday

20 November 2015

Instagram has a #bookfacefriday tag:




Link to the rest at #bookfacefriday


24 October 2015

Here’s another shot from Canyonlands, post-processed to make it look a little magical, which is what the park felt like to me.

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22 October 2015

Canyonlands is another national park near Moab, Utah. If you’re looking for vistas that go on forever, Canyonlands is your place.

This photo is taken from a place called Grandview. A photo, at least one you can view on a computer, tablet or phone, can’t really communicate how huge this is. An unusual amount of humidity in the air cut down on details in the distance a bit. Click on the photo for a larger version.


Fiery Furnace

21 October 2015

More from Arches National Park.

Fiery Furnace - Small

On the left-hand side, this photo shows a small portion of an area called Fiery Furnace. It is comprised of a huge number of tall stone towers and fins and it’s necessary to slide sideways to get between some of them. There are no trail markings and the stone cuts off cell service and GPS. As with most parts of Arches, there is no water. Additionally, there are many opportunities for falls of 30-40 feet into stone crevasses.

It’s so easy to get lost in Fiery Furnace that the Park Service requires a permit and strongly recommends either a park ranger or experienced private guide to accompany anyone who wants to enter. Presumably a park ranger will come and try to find you if you don’t show up by the end of the day.

Window Arch - Small
This formation is called Window Arch. As mentioned yesterday, there are over 2,000 natural arches in the park.


20 October 2015

Mrs. PG said we needed to get away for a couple of days, so we headed to Moab, Utah.

Moab is an ideal base camp for exploring two National Parks, Arches and Canyonlands.

Arches includes the largest concentration of natural arches in the world – over 2,000. Many are embedded in massive stone mountains, but this arch is in one of the many wide-open spaces in the park.

Arch Clouds - Small

The Oregon Coast

20 September 2015

PG and Mrs. PG spent their short vacation on the Oregon coast, a beautiful place and a great location for relaxation. During this visit, they were mostly in the Seaside and Cannon Beach area.

PG hasn’t had a chance to get through with all his photos (he took a lot), but here are a few early ones.

Seascape 1


Small Rock


Tidal River



Fluffy kitty picture

18 September 2015

I am not PG, but I think this blog could use a completely uncontroversial post. If you hate cats, well, send me a puppy picture and I’ll post that, too. Her name is Meimei.


Posted by guest blogger Meryl Yourish

Desert Solitaire: An Uncommonly Beautiful Love Letter to Solitude and the Spiritual Rewards of Getting Lost

28 June 2015

From Brain Pickings:

“As the desert offers no tangible riches, as there is nothing to see or hear in the desert,” Antoine de Saint-Exupéry wrote in his exquisite memoir of what the Sahara Desert taught him about the meaning of life, “one is compelled to acknowledge, since the inner life, far from falling asleep, is fortified, that man is first animated by invisible solicitations.” No one captures this invisible animation of inner life more bewitchingly than Edward Abbey in Desert Solitaire — a miraculously beautiful book, originally published in 1968.

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In the late 1950s, Abbey took a job as a seasonal park ranger at Arches National Monument in Utah’s Moab desert. “Why I went there no longer matters; what I found there is the subject of this book,” he writes. Between April and September, between the canyons and the pages of his journal, he found a great many of the things we spend our lives looking for — a Thoreau of the desert, mapping the maze of the interior landscape as he wanders the expanse of the exterior.

. . . .

Abbey writes:

The time passed extremely slowly, as time should pass, with the days lingering and long, spacious and free as the summers of childhood. There was time enough for once to do nothing, or next to nothing, and most of the substance of this book is drawn, sometimes direct and unchanged, from the pages of the journals I kept and filled through the undivided, seamless days of those marvelous summers. The remainder of the book consists of digressions and excursions into ideas and places that border in varied ways upon that central season in the canyonlands…

Abbey’s digressions, to be sure, are oases of meaning — he writes about the ideas that animate his spirit with unsentimental sincerity and deep respect for the aliveness of language itself:

In recording my impressions of the natural scene I have striven above all for accuracy, since I believe that there is a kind of poetry, even a kind of truth, in simple fact… Language makes a mighty loose net with which to go fishing for simple facts, when facts are infinite… Since you cannot get the desert into a book any more than a fisherman can haul up the sea with his nets, I have tried to cecate a world of words in which the desert figures more as medium than as material.

He begins with what is possibly the most charming, disarming disclaimer in all of literature:

I quite agree that much of the book will seem coarse, rude, bad-tempered, violently prejudiced, unconstructive — even frankly antisocial in its point of view. Serious critics, serious librarians, serious associate professors of English will if they read this work dislike it intensely;. at least I hope so. To others I can only say that if the book has virtues they cannot be disentangled from the faults; that there is a way of being wrong which is also sometimes necessarily right.

Link to the rest at Brain Pickings

Here’s a link to Desert Solitaire

And here are a couple of photos that PG took a few years ago at Arches, formerly a National Monument, now a National Park.

End of Park Avenue

The Courthouse
And here’s a photo of the Delicate Arch, photo courtesy of The National Park Service:

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