And now. . .
Bryce Canyon 2 by poormommy on Flickr.
Today the mother and sister are hiking in Bryce Canyon. Apparently the weather “couldn’t be more perfect.”
I hate them.
Last time I was there (always 9 years old), I remember thinking that it was one of the most beautiful places I had ever been, but I was hungry, hot, thirsty, and had to use the bathroom during the duration of the hike, and I just felt so sad that I couldn’t really appreciate it. It’s a great place. My dad, in possession of the canteen, gave me a wonderful(ly incorrect) piece of life knowledge: When hiking, you only need a sip of water, any more is bad for you. Well, mayyyyybe, except when it’s nearly a hundred degrees and you are already dehydrated. YOU GET NO WATER, EMILY! YOU GET DEATH.
This pictures is quite nice. *pines*
I’ve never liked The Beach Boys. I guess some things change a little. Wes Anderson knows how to pick the right things. Heroes and Villains.
Zion Morning by djsummitt on Flickr.
When I was little, Utah just looked like a bunch of fucking rocks for miles and miles with no end. Which it is. But what’s wrong with that?
White Sands, New Mexico by L.A. Filming Location Expert on Flickr.
Last White Sands post from me. I was going to stop with those other ones, but this is just such a nice picture, captures the color of the sand at this time of day perfectly.
White Sands, New Mexico by L.A. Filming Location Expert on Flickr.
Let’s go skiing down those sandy hills. But as a foreign fellow once told me, vatch out for those sidevinders.
Okay, let’s have another one from Joanna Newsom’s performance at L’Epicerie Moderne, because it’s always nice to hear Ms. Newsom spruce up some of her old songs with band activity, especially this song.






