. . . about a girl and an Evinrude. Click on the image to enlarge.
Frame from John Ford’s Rio Grande, shot on the Colorado River near Moab, Utah. Myself in more or less the same location a couple of years ago, photographed by Paul Zahl.. Click on the images to enlarge.
. . . at the dark end of the street. Hugh McCarten stars in the newest Noir Bars: New York offering from Majestic Micro Movies — a series of extremely short tales of lost souls in desolate bars on the … Continue reading
Preliminary reports are not encouraging . . . [Image courtesy of ASIFA—Hollywood Animation Archive]
Paul Zahl (of The Zahl File) offers another meditation on an extraordinary bit of American culture from days gone by, the T. V. series One Step Beyond. If you don't remember it, or never saw it, Paul suggests that you … Continue reading
[Photo © 2009 Tristan Forward] Tristan, over at the new emotional blackmailer's handbook, continues to post his lovely photographs of lovely things — and what could be lovelier than the pint glass above, sitting on a table in a … Continue reading
Last month I started off on a road trip with my sister Lee and her two kids, Nora and Harry, down the length of the Baja California peninsula. It was a journey of great adventures but surprisingly easy and trouble-free, … Continue reading
Lumina, a dance hall by the sea, was still around when I was growing up. It had become a roller rink. In my mom’s youth it had hosted big name dance bands. Folks from Wilmington, about 10 miles inland, would … Continue reading
The cross is supposed to be the center of Christianity — it is the expiation for sin which redeems humanity, the cosmic turning point of history. That may be, theologically speaking. But if this redemption doesn’t take us all back … Continue reading
Fonvielle’s ‘Six Western Love Stories’ . . . isn’t a romance novel. No moon in June, pie in the sky, lovey dovey BS. The love in these short stories is sometimes given and sometimes taken, It’s hard and it’s rough, … Continue reading
I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be, and so I’m on my way home. — Bob Dylan There’s no direction home in Bob Dylan’s world because every road he could possibly take in any direction leads … Continue reading
They all got out of here any way they could – The cold rain can give you the shivers. They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee, All the rest of them rebel rivers. — Bob Dylan, “Floater”, from … Continue reading
. . . there is no male or female. — St. Paul The most radical statement of any religious tradition.