Josh saw javelinas!

No flashlights needed. And we battled against teenage warewolves, too. (Apache Lake, AZ)

Deep into a discussion of 80's pop culture-- We're very intellectual you see.

David contemplates the inner workings of Gordon Schumway.

Proof in pictures. Me, a self-declared 'non-camper' in front of the fire. (Apache Lake, AZ)

It's a good thing there were no small children around. We might have run out of firewood.

I made it through the night. Barely.

Day 2, of course. Just look at that 'camping hair.' (And WHY is David wearing a beanie in 75 degrees? Must be having a bad hair day too...)

Expensive photo filters or playing with sunglasses? (Apache Lake, AZ)

I actually slept in that tent. Or at least I tried to, anyway.



Playing with shadows

Tour de Fat

One of many "freaks" present that day, this guy pridefully sits atop his stilted bicyclical monstrosity.

A photo taken from behind my back while riding, I had no idea that Josh was waving until after the fact.
After the ride, in the shade and finally hydrated, the New Times happened upon us. We've been assured of our future fame, mind you. (Tempe, AZ)

In numbers larger than they appear above, and despite the record high October heat, the Tempe Tour de Fat was a real traffic-stopper. (Tempe, AZ)

C-I-N-E-M-A

The main theater is complete with gold curtains, a stage, and a balcony with sofas. Who wants to go to the multiplex now? (Tucson, AZ)

My mother used to live here

And I guess in the late 1950's it was white, and came equipped with some sort of cement plant shelf where that rock garden is. (Tucson, AZ)

This is where war planes go when they die

Planes, planes as far as the eye can see.

This shot would have been a lot better without that yellow sign. (David took it, not me)

Most graveyards have grass and a delicately manicured lawn. In Tucson, the planes rest in weeded peace.

Again - Top Gun has nothing on this guy.

Did I ever tell you about flight school?

It takes a keen mind and alert disposition to fly an airliner. I should know. (Somewhere above Tucson, AZ)



I'm looking for a co-pilot. Anyone interested?


Just look at that thumbs up - beats the hell outta Top Gun if you ask me.

Like sands in an hourglass

Or clouds reflected in a man-made lake. Whichever.

Just a little guy

Unlike his tropical cousins of the Galapagos variety, this "Russian" only gets to be about 7" at best.

but there aren't any cocnuts

If I look up when I walk out my front door, this might be what I'd see

Barbie goes ghetto

The pimpest caddie limo this side of the miss'ippi...

Who's THAT weirdo?

After realizing that I have very few pictures of myself, I experienced a momentary fit of vanity. (But I swear my nose isn't really that big)

You can see his soul in those feline eyes...and at the center is a giant bag of catnip.


The sun sets amid faux-adobe 1970s bungalows. Or, 'a trashy apt complex in the pseudo-ghetto of Phoenix, circa 6:30 pm...'

This is what a haunted ghost mining town falling off the side of a mountain looks like at 4 pm (Jerome, AZ)

It seems that all the bikers in Arizona were summoning spirits at the hanuted Connor Hotel (Jerome, AZ)


Cheesey sunflower shot (Jerome, AZ)

Enchante, Pierre!

Her kitty, kitty...damn that chain link fence! (Verde Valley, AZ)

The Great Serengeti meets Northern Arizona

The inhabitants of the Serengeti have developed a fondness for stupid humans in Mercedes Unimogs. (Verde Valley, AZ) This guy is pretty tough - just look at that broken antler. (Verde Valley, AZ)
The gentle giants of the African Bush are stealth creatures, known for their agressive nature. (Verde Valley, AZ)
Zebras like giraffe cookies too (Verde Valley, AZ)
This guy means business. He grabbed my camera strap and tried to steal it seconds after I took this (Verde Valley, AZ)

For Shame

Ok, so this was supposed to be a photoblog. One picture? Its not that I don't have more to post. I've got a whole slew of goodies from last weekend (including a non-flattering one of me feeding a giraffe, the pimpest pink limo in Arizona and a small tortoise with tomato juice all over her face). I am anxiously awaiting the return of my computer. So anxiously, in fact, that I got really impatient on Saturday and ran out and bought a cheap e-machine (which I never took out of the box because I knew I'd end up taking it back).

So there will be no new photos untill on of two things happens: 1) I get my computer back or 2) I figure out how to load photos on someone else's computer.

Oh, for shame.