42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

 
Because I’m vaguely narcissistic and like to show off my photos, I thought I’d share one, and encourage all six of my faithful readers to check out the rest of my cemetery photos at Flickr. There’s a set of all my cemetery photos here.
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I dutifully packed a lunch of leftovers, and on a whim, an unopened tub of cottage cheese. Mm. Cottage cheese. I reasoned that I could eat out of the tub and provide ample warning that I had done so. 
I sat down for a late and brief dinner at work, heating up the dregs of Saturday’s corn [...]

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Well, I do know art, from an amateurish enjoyment perspective. I like art museums well enough and almost never think, I could do better than that.
 
I respect artists. Yearn for art in a way I can’t explain as poetically as I’d like. Yearn for it as I do a clear night sky where I can [...]

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Imagine: You’re in the most beautiful place imaginable.
Taking a hike in the chilly air.
There’s still snow in places in shadows.
Pine needles muffle the sound of footfalls in the forest.
 
And you can hear some crap rock booming, throbbing from more than a mile away.
You get closer. It still keeps going.
And now, the shouting.
Like clockwork. A random, [...]

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We’re packing, purging, getting rid of years worth of junk.
Only take what you need.
My family is leaving our home for good and I don’t know why. There’s a sense of urgency and a firm command: pack lightly.
It feels like a place I have lived for a long time, but in my waking life, I don’t [...]

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