A Photo for Friday

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“Distant Rain”

Marana, AZ

June 10, 2019

FILED UNDER: Photo for Friday, Photography
Steven L. Taylor
About Steven L. Taylor
Steven L. Taylor is a Professor of Political Science and a College of Arts and Sciences Dean. His main areas of expertise include parties, elections, and the institutional design of democracies. His most recent book is the co-authored A Different Democracy: American Government in a 31-Country Perspective. He earned his Ph.D. from the University of Texas and his BA from the University of California, Irvine. He has been blogging since 2003 (originally at the now defunct Poliblog). Follow Steven on Twitter

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  1. OzarkHillbilly says:

    Nice.

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  2. Michael Reynolds says:

    Beautiful shot. We had actual cumulus clouds with patches of blue yesterday, not usual in LA, we don’t often get skies as interesting as this.

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  3. CSK says:

    Depending on whether this is sunrise or sunset, that road stretching toward it can be interpreted two different ways.

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  4. Mister Bluster says:

    @CSK:..two different ways.

    Eastbound or westbound…

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  5. CSK says:

    @Mister Bluster:
    I was thinking more of beginnings and endings. Speaking metaphorically, of course.

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  6. Mister Bluster says:

    I have begun many travels at sundown.
    When I hitchhiked from California to the midwest I waited all day for my first ride. That journey began at dusk.

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  7. CSK says:

    @Mister Bluster:
    I did say “metaphorically speaking.” Sunrise generally symbolizes beginning, sunset the end.

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  8. Mister Bluster says:

    “Sunrise generally symbolizes beginning, sunset the end.”

    For some.

    When I drove the Sleepytown Yellow Cab night shift I started at 6pm and got off at 6am. In the winter months I never saw much daylight as I was not awake..

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  9. OzarkHillbilly says:

    @Mister Bluster: I once sat under a bridge outside of Las Cruces NM for 14 hours in 112 degree heat.

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  10. Mister Bluster says:

    @OzarkHillbilly:..I once sat under a bridge outside of Las Cruces NM for 14 hours in 112 degree heat.

    Sounds brutal.
    The longest wait I had was just west of Amarillo in early January of ’71. I had flown from St. Louis to San Francisco in December of ’70. Spent New Year’s Eve with friends at Monterey on the ocean. I had the plane fare for the return trip in my pocket. I just wanted to see if I could ride my thumb all the way home. I figured if I got hung up I would go to a bus station. My second ride picked me up in Delano, California. Home of the United Farm Workers. Before we left the Golden State at Needles the driver picked up another rider and we took turns driving non stop all the way to the Texas panhandle. He was headed south to Louisiana so me and the other guy who was headed to Minnesota got dropped off in a snowstorm. We were wondering how long we would be there when not 20 minutes later a car with Indiana plates stopped and picked us up. I think it was a Studebaker Lark. This guy had just spent a losing weekend in Las Vegas so we helped him out with gas money and again took turns driving non stop to Saint Louis. I had taken the Illinois Central from Carbondale to catch the flight to the west coast out of Lambert so upon my return I got dropped off at Union Station. Unfortunately my train had been discontinued so I had to make my way to the bus station to ride the Gulf Transport back home. I don’t think that the fare was over two dollars.

    Am I getting off topic? It is a picture of a road.

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