Tucson Arizona, home of the great University of Arizona. Outstanding weather. Cactus and lots of pricks around to fill a good day of activity.

Dysfunctional has been brought home to repair a once very nice manufactured house. Now turned into the transient flop house with all the trappings of living on the street brought right indoors to wreck a good home.

Some might even call Tucson the mecca of good and evil vying for the light or dark.

We can see graffiti every where. Decay and renewal. The changes and challenges have made an all ready weary traveler exhausted.

Love and emotions are all on the back burner. 

Emotional outbursts due to seeing how one used to live, then nausea comes in. Reminding the weary traveler life can often show us exactly how at fault and imperfect we really are. 

Growing up and trying to teach our children how to survive the madness that now seems to be engulfing many Americans.

The reminder this to shall pass. And there is only one life do not waste it on vileness and anger. So the weary traveler moves forward seeking solice while the project ahead is massive. 

Shudder

Deaf could hear the screams from the heart

Blind could see one blast of light

All humans would shudder

Truth be told can not be heard

Those who try to belittle shall be little themselves

Walking the path of ridicule places one in pearl

All humans would shudder if they could see one blast of light

Fresh Air

No sunshine today, there is a brownish tan haze hoovering below the tree tops, about half way down. Greeting the day with hazy sky evokes memories of the nineteen seventies.

There were communities where mining was the mainstay. There was one nasty truth about the smelter smoke from mining, that smoke also hovered about four feet off the ground.


Thick haze from fires hangs in the Northwest. As everything that breathes is enduring bad air days.

Dirty air isn't good for anything on the surface of this plant.