Across The Colorado River
Canon EOS Rebel T21
October 26, 2010
The Mike O’Callaghan–Pat Tillman Memorial Bridge spans the Colorado River between the states of Arizona and Nevada. Construction of the bridge approaches began in 2003, and construction of the bridge itself began in February 2005. The bridge was completed in 2010 and the entire bypass route opened to vehicle traffic on October 19, 2010. This photo was taken just one week later, when traffic was still pretty much non-existent. The bridge was the first concrete-steel composite arch bridge built in the United States, and incorporates the widest concrete arch in the Western Hemisphere. At 900 feet (270 m) above the Colorado River, it is the second highest bridge in the United States after the Royal Gorge Bridge, and is the world’s highest concrete arch bridge.
(On January 7, 2017 I had the brilliant idea to start a second blog called In Retrospect to highlight some of my older images. That idea was actually not so smart because I found there was no real need for a second blog. It just took additional time and the theme I chose never worked properly. So after one month, I shut it down. I will continue with my bright idea here, and will post every
Saturday Friday. The images will be from 2009 through 2015. But no later. For now.)
June 17, 2015
We had passed the sign for Chloride many times while on our way to other places. But this time we had no particular place to go. We were exploring. So we took the turnoff and ended up in one of the better episodes of The Twilight Zone. We had stepped back in time, where everyone had older cars and trucks and the front lawns of their homes were decorated with artwork of their own making. The people were cordial and the food in the local diner was substantial. It was a late Sunday afternoon and we had missed the last staged gunfight of the day in their western town setup. Of course, I couldn’t help but take a shot of where the weekly shoot-out takes place and then processing it to look somewhat like a western movie.
(Let me explain what In Retrospect is. Or will be. On January 7, 2017 I had the brilliant idea to start a second blog called In Retrospect to highlight some of my older images. That idea was actually not so smart because I found there was no real need for a second blog. It just took additional time and the theme I chose never worked properly. So after one month, I shut it down. I will continue with my bright idea here, and will post every Saturday. The images will be from 2009 through 2015. But no later. For now.)
aka Santa Claus Acres
December 19, 2016
OK, maybe Santa really isn’t dead. But judging from the condition of the town that bears his name, he might be on life support. Either that or, due to the “war on Christmas”, he found he could no longer sustain more than one home and chose the North Pole over this one.
Santa’s Land Office
December 19, 2016
Santa Claus (also known as Santa Claus Acres)[ is an uninhabited desert town in Mohave County, Arizona. Originating in 1937, the popularity of Santa Claus went into decline in the 1970s. In July 1983, owner Tony Wilcox unsuccessfully offered to sell Santa Claus for $95,000, which was reduced to $52,500 by 1988. All remaining operating businesses in the town closed in 1995. Today, only two vandalized homes remain and the area has been fenced off.
Santa Claus AZ 86401
December 19, 2016
Hopefully, Santa himself can still afford to visit you this holiday season. I have it on good authority that he is still healthy and still very much alive – to those who believe.
Unfortunately, Elvis has left the building!
For further, very interesting, reading please check out the Wikipedia link here.
Merry Christmas to all.
And to all a good night!
The View from old Route 66
Golden Valley AZ
November 26, 2016
So The Girl That Dreams Awake chose “Freedom” for this week’s word prompt. She chose to show birds- as in “free as a bird”. I chose the open road, since I hate to fly.
Now, let’s go see what other people think of when they think of freedom.
The American flag, anyone?
Somewhere outside of Kingman AZ off old Rte 66
I have to start taking better notes as to where we are whenever I take out my camera. My wife doesn’t even remember ever seeing this house. Maybe I went alone? But, to be fair, this WAS shot over 10 months ago. And we’re old!
So, this is my entry to Norm’s Thursday Doors. And to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Entrances and Doors. Please visit both sites and and take your mind off what has transpired this week.
March 17, 2016
The above image is in response to the challenge that The Girl That Dreams Awake posts every Monday. I look forward to them.
All I can add to this shot is that it must be love. My wife had to be at the airport by 3 am for a flight to China. I wasn’t invited but I did take her to the airport. And since I was awake, I drove out from there to take some morning photos.
Good morning to you all, no matter when you see this!
I have it on good authority that this used to be a little red schoolhouse. OK, if truth be told, there was no one around to ask. But then again, there was no one around to dispute my claim, either. So, to me, this was, and is, a little red schoolhouse. Just off old Route 66 at Valentine AZ, on the way to Seligman.
(This is a weekly photo challenge run by The Girl That Dreams Awake that anyone can join. How do I know? They let me in, didn’t they? So go take a look. Join in this week, or next.)
So, in advance of our imminent emigration to Canada, (because, as any of you who know me also know I do not like Mr. Trump nor Mrs. Clinton) we are on the road to investigate our new home country. Cordially invited by Sue and Dave Slaght of Travel Tales Of Life, (though I am sure they were only half serious and we did not confirm our actual arrival date) they will probably be in another country swinging off grapevines or whatever (read about some of the places they have been and some of the things they have done on their blog, as linked above). One bright, cold morning just before the sun rose over Mount Assiniboine we stopped just north of the American border to fill our gas tank. Imagine our surprise to discover that there was actually a market for Indian jewelry in Canada. And that it was wholesale to the public- begging the question who, then pays retail? And why are indians in Canada called Indians and not the more politically correct Native Canadians?
OK, some may call all the above an outright lie, but I do not lie. Prevaricate, maybe. But only a little. As you can see, there was a gas station, it was dawn, and the sign says wholesale to the public for “Indian Jewelry”. There is a mount in Canada called Assiniboine but it is nowhere near the American Canadian border. And Sue and Dave did offer their house to us but only until we found permanent lodgings of our own. What I failed to tell them is that Lynn hates the cold so I doubt we’ll really be moving to Canada. And the gas station? That was in Kingman Arizona.
Oh, and Sue, Dave, or any Canadian history buff; who the hell named a mountain Assiniboine? That’s a really asinine name!
For a more serious study of this image, in black and white, please visit Monochromia.
Phillips 66 on Route 66
This was one of the first photos I took when I got my Fuji X-T1 back in July. We drove southeast to Kingman AZ and picked up Route 66 through Hackberry, Valentine, and Peach Springs to Seligman. Some great images along this stretch of old highway. I’m anticipating a return trip one day!
This week, The Daily Post wants us to show where we go to get our groove back. Our “groove back”? Does anyone still use that expression? OK, so they want to know what we do, where we go whenever we feel like the world is being a bit too rowdy, when things and people are pushing in, crowding out our quiet thoughts. Actually I’m not really sure they care. They’re just trying to prompt us, challenge us. So, I took up their challenge and came to the conclusion that there are two places that really help when I am stressed, or have a decision to make, or just need to chill (another expression I’m not sure anyone still uses). One is local; Valley of Fire State Park in Southern Nevada. Ancient trees and early man are represented throughout the park by areas of petrified wood and 3,000 year-old Indian petroglyphs. Covering an area over 42,000 \acres, it is always possible to find solace and revitalize your spirit.
The other is a 4 1/2 hour trip from Las Vegas NV to Sedona AZ. Though the town itself is crass and commercial, there is great food, friendly people, and the countryside is beautiful and soul searing!
Notice a trend here?