This bleak sight is from my Christmas trip down Tucson way. Not really much to say about the graffiti-covered portable sales office out in the midst of a one-time cotton field whose owners thought to cash in on the big real estate boom. That's why they turned off the irrigation -- hence the acreage of dust.
Otherwise, there'd be a covering of desert scrub. Sad.Linking for Your Pleasure: Geology has produced all kinds of remarkable eye candy, but Rich has a favorite location up near Page that has to be seen to be believed. Also difficult to believe is what can be done, sculpture-wise with the plain old paper plate. Now I know that we have all kinds of folks here in Prescott, but this one really grabbed me: a new local Meet-Up group has been formed to practice the tango, that smouldering Argentinian dance form.
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Geeze... at least cotton would have held (some of) the soil down.
Loved those sediments. What's the name of the formation?
Hermano
That's a dust bowl.
od -- I suspect that they kept the scrub from taking a foothold to keep the impression that the ground was strip mall ready.
bro -- you'll have to drop Rich a note to get the location & follo up from there...
steve -- right you are, though it's more of a dust flat than a bowl.
*sigh* I remember all the cotton fields.... My Granddaddy used to be the foreman of the cotton mill in Phoenix - down by the railroad tracks on 7th St.? I think? We played down there all the time as kids.
frame -- and I recall the orange groves along Baseline Road where my grandparents lived...
Wow, GJ - I remember the orange groves all over Phoenix! And the flower farms were on Baseline, too, I think. We made a field trip there when I was in grade school - lol - one or two years ago!
frame -- the flower farms must have been post-WW2; my folks were on Baseline before WW2 and I don't recall any flower farms, though, of course, I've heard about them.
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