Birds of a feather
A fine mid-January day in southern Arizona, Painted Rock Petroglyphs, inside the Bureau of Land Management, finds me in conversation with our recently arrived friend Circ, who with his wife Cindy have parked next to…
A fine mid-January day in southern Arizona, Painted Rock Petroglyphs, inside the Bureau of Land Management, finds me in conversation with our recently arrived friend Circ, who with his wife Cindy have parked next to…
Hearing the echoes of tens of thousands of ancient trail trekkers and home seekers, we returned, after 20 years, to a point of light that became a supernova in the culture of the Southwest. The…
When we cross fenced barriers, open broken doors, and step across rubble-strewn entranceways, we hear voices echoing in time. Around us are the artifacts of a not-too-distant past, once discarded in the American dream of…