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.
Geeze... at least cotton would have held (some of) the soil down.
ReplyDeleteLoved those sediments. What's the name of the formation?
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That's a dust bowl.
ReplyDeleteod -- I suspect that they kept the scrub from taking a foothold to keep the impression that the ground was strip mall ready.
ReplyDeletebro -- 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.
ReplyDeleteframe -- and I recall the orange groves along Baseline Road where my grandparents lived...
ReplyDeleteWow, 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!
ReplyDeleteframe -- 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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