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We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...

There's something about the dry air and raw emptiness of the desert that I've always loved. In the arid dunes, life still thrives, and you can never get any closer to the Earth than by pondering, for a moment, just how many grains of sand make up the smallest dune that the wind has built.
Or maybe I've just read Dune too many times and expect to see a sandworm at any moment. Nope. Those are dune buggies . . .
At any rate, the one mistake I made in taking on the glorious dunes of Glamis east of El Centro, California was thinking this would be an easy subject.
We live in a throw-away world, one we are leaving for our children and grandchildren to inherit. The...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...
Some cats like their backs scratched. Some like to flop in your lap whenever they damn well feel lik...
I was trained in architectural drafting, auto mechanics, and offset printing, skills that provide an...