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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.”
-B. Traven, The Treasure of the Sierra Madre
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Category Archives: San Luis Obispo County
Depression Era Portrait of Florence Owens Thompson
“She said that they had been living on frozen vegetables from the surrounding fields and birds that the children killed.” —Dorothea Lange, photographer working for the U. S. Resettlement Administration The image above, titled Migrant Mother, has been heralded as … Continue reading
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Tagged Agriculture, Farming, Florence Owens Thompson, Great Depression, Migrant Workers, Poverty
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2×2 Bucks
I was out wandering around the woods up in San Luis Obispo County on Sunday and saw a number of deer. I walked up on two doe and one small buck that were remarkably unafraid. I watched them for about … Continue reading
Selby Rocks, Carrizo Plain
Saddled up the iron horse and pressed peddle once more out to the Carrizo on Sunday hoping it would be clear enough to do something and stay dry. Nope. We were wet. The Temblor Range across the plain disappeared behind … Continue reading
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