A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood

Hubble Telescope: a recent portrait of Andromeda Galaxy

Patty Loveless: You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive

On the way back to the cantina, Hackberry lowered the brim of his Stetson and shut his eyes, wanting to sleep for an eternity and forget the violence and cruelty and sordid behavior and human exploitation that seemed to be more and more visible in the world as he aged. According to the makers of myth and those who trafficked in cheap lies about human wisdom, the elderly saw goodness in the world that they had not been allowed to see in their youth. But Hackberry found that the world was the world and it did not change because one happened to age. The same players were always there, regardless of the historical era, he thought, and the ones we heeded most were those who despoiled the earth and led us into wars and provided us with justification whenever we felt compelled to commit unconscionable acts against our fellow man.

Maybe this wasn't a good way to think, he told himself, but when you heard the clock ticking in your life, there was no worse disservice you could do yourself than to entertain a lie. Death was bad only when you had to face it knowing that you had failed to live during the time allotted you, or that you had lied to yourself about the realities of the world or willingly listened to the lies of others.
--James Lee Burke
Feast Day of Fools

COLORADO RIVER ABOVE HANCE RAPID
OUTSIDE ESCALANTE CANYON
SEVENTY-FIVE MILE CANYON
WALTHENBERG CANYON
OCEAN LIFE FACES MASS EXTINCTION