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“He may be just a tramp, a guy that likes to roam about this great country without any special aim, just to thank the Lord for these beautiful mountains.”
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Dick Smith Calling a Condor, Piru 1970
Dick Smith Calling a Condor, Piru 1970, a photo by brad.schram on Flickr. Via Flickr: With Lake Piru visible below, a California Condor barely visible above, Dick waves and shouts to draw the bird’s attention. The condor ultimately came directly … Continue reading
A World Away
Sprawled across a gritty sandstone boulder lodged several miles up the canyon, I lie overlooking the south-facing littoral plain far below, the day’s heat seeping into my bones, a cold beer can sweating close at hand. The stream gurgles through … Continue reading
Indonesian Hells Angels
We passed these guys on the way to the beach on Java. I’m not sure what type of bikes they were riding or when they were made, but somebody made a wise crack about it looking as though they’d been … Continue reading
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