
Actually, there is. It’s called “summer.”
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

Actually, there is. It’s called “summer.”
No, this is not a loop.

…his soul?
Now *that’s* an endorsement!

I’m not averse to using existing works as the jumping off point for something new, or a tale being told from a new perspective. And I’d certainly expect a book set in the world of Huckleberry Finn, with a slave as a narrator to have heavily racial themes. And I’m a big fan of great writing and good storytelling. Percival Everett’s “James” certainly has all of this going on. But it’s also up other things. Things I don’t enjoy. Or even respect. First, it’s an inconsistent mishmash of parody, satire, pastiche, melodrama, racialist political screed, and self-indulgent intellectual hogwash. It simply can’t make up its mind what it wants to be, so it ends up like a scrap collection that’s pretending to be a quilt. But the Pulitzer committee obviously disagreed.
Meh.

I went to an estate sale in a nearby neighborhood.

There are two ways to look at them. It’s either sad to see a house once happily occupied empty and disheveled, and a deceased person’s things greedily pawed through, or it’s comforting to see a home that was obviously well-loved for a long time, and the things they once used ready to be useful or cherished by another.

I choose the second option.


…as seen from Lone Pine.
And this will be the end of my recounting of my trip in October. Anything else will be the same stuff I took pictures of on the way up, but in reverse order.




Honey lavender and, if I remember right, ginger pear. Highly recommended, right off 395 in Independence.
It’s Jo-approved!

…the glorious Owens Valley.

That view never gets old. I love the Eastern Sierras!

…in chilly weather.