181 | Common Ground

1996 |  Cathedral Valley, Capitol Reef National Park

1996 | Cathedral Valley, Capitol Reef National Park


You can take a road to this planet. Four-wheel drive might help; our route forded a fairly broad stream. We had tossed in a few rocks before crossing, studying our wavelets for signs of uneven depth. But the gravel bar was level, and the water did not come up to our doors.

This valley lives up to its name, and beyond. All around are spires and sharp towers, some with black spines shedding red, red rock. At one place, we found a large chunk of what appeared to be compressed crystalline garbage from outer space. Learning later that it was an old terrestrial seafloor gypsum concretion did not dull our original impression.


▷ When I try to color-correct this negative, it always looks like the surface of Mars. Perhaps it is, or of an even farther red planet. And the Coke bottle is there – if the beverage was indeed sent to Mars, was it properly pressure-reduced at bottling, to have a familiar fizziness in that thinner atmosphere? Maybe someone forgot, and that’s why this bottle blew up.

▷▷ I just remembered my original draft name for this post; it’s updated as of 2021-10-06.


180 | Ground Truth

2004 |  Wukoki Ruin, Arizona

2004 | Wukoki Ruin, Arizona


When my son was about eight years old, we began our annual summer ramblings. From our base in San Diego, any direction on a U.S. land route would take us into the Southwest. A theme would develop as we got out on the road, out of the chatter and gravitation of the city – one year it was dinosaur quarries, another year, caves, then peaks, and this year the abandoned buildings of the Ancient Ones.

In the widely dispersed ruins in Wupatki National Monument, as we walked up to each site, many of them discreetly away from the modern paved road, I asked Alex if he could visualize how each place might have been inhabited.

He suggested that Wupatki, the big one with imposing structures and a game court, would of course be the capital, and then Citadel Ruin, high on an outcrop, he named the university, and later, the intimate and lovely Lomaki, built for just three or four families on a rock shelf directly above a seasonal streambed, would be a farming community, and this place, Wukoki, where walls rise impeccably and imperceptibly separate from the desert strata, he called the library.

Fiat Lux.


▷ Years later, Alex would matriculate at Berkeley under this motto.

179 | Accessibility

2012 |  Ocean Beach, San Diego County

2012 | Ocean Beach, San Diego County


▷ The new books, VITAL SIGNS, and ONE EYE ON THE ROAD, have just dropped. Copies are already on the way to the members of my Art & Development Sponsors Circle and are available now on this site.

▷▷ https://www.mixeddocuments.net/books

176 | First Hour of Fall

2017  |  Silver Lake, Carson Pass, California

2017 | Silver Lake, Carson Pass, California


To celebrate our best year together, my wife and I had planned to visit this lake which had been a month-long adventure every summer all through my own childhood – swimming, sailing, paddling up the creek  to the seasonal long-cabin post office in the meadow, scrambling endlessly over huge granite boulders, climbing up to high snowfields to dig out old snow from deep drifts to drizzle with Kool-Aid for our sno-cones.

Ten days before this picture, it was 117° In Burbank, where we were to update a few pieces of mountain gear for our trip. We had a smooth drive up to the lake at 7200 feet and were refreshed as we unpacked in the crisp late-afternoon air.

The overnight temperature turned out to be 17° so instead of kayaking and swimming, we enjoyed hiking in new snow on the old trails.