#southwestern united states

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This animal was requested!

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My contest submission for the They Draw gallery "Southwest Vibes". The concept was based on the Lenormand card "home".

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FILE UNDER: AMERICAN SOUTHWEST, VINTAGE MAGAZINES, LANDSCAPES, NATURE PHOTOGRAPHY, AMERICANA, ETC...

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on the cover page to "Arizona Highways" magazine, published in October 1959, prices at $0.40.

EXTRA INFO: "Arizona Highways'" award-winning photography and travel journalism has celebrated the beauty and splendor of Arizona since 1925.

Sources: https://arizonahighways.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/vintage-arizona-highways-cover-october-1959/#comments & eBay.

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HU009376 by manhhai Via Flickr: 2 November, 1965, Arizona, United States --- CF-5 Freedom Fighter aircraft refuel en route to Vietnam. --- Image by © Hulton-Deutsch Collection/CORBIS

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Baker Mayfield joins struggling Los Angeles Rams as former No. 1 draft pick battles to revive career | CNN

Baker Mayfield joins struggling Los Angeles Rams as former No. 1 draft pick battles to revive career | CNN

CNN  —  The Los Angeles Rams claimed former No. 1 overall pick Baker Mayfield off waivers on Tuesday as the team looks to strengthen its quarterback room in the wake of recent injuries. A player is waived when a team deems the player is no longer needed. The player is then placed onto the waiver wire, allowing them to be claimed by other teams – under the conditions of their current contract.…

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Book Recommendations!

Looking for book recommendations with a particular theme and setting. I would like fantasy, sci-fi, or horror, or a mixture of the 3, set in the American Southwest. I have a sudden craving for this setting, don't know why, but I do. If such books exist, tell me!

[hemlockbou]

Obligatory refsheet post!!

Inspiration was drawn from a color palette reminiscent of the high deserts found within the Owens Valley of California.

Thank you @neonpeppermintart for helping me design Hemlock from the ground up!

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Reblogging to help increase the sample size!

Okay because I'm genuinely curious, what does everybody call this little guy

Put where you're from in the tags if you want! (general regions only obviously pls don't doxx yourselves)

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Line art for a gallery competition! The theme was "Southwest".

I pulled from my Lenormand deck for inspiration and got "house" as the card.

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GOP blocks Democratic effort to replace Feinstein on Judiciary panel | CNN Politics

CNN  —  Republicans on Tuesday formally blocked a request from Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer to temporarily replace Sen. Dianne Feinstein on the Judiciary Committee, something Democrats hoped to do in order to advance stalled judicial nominations. Senate Democrats are seeking to temporarily replace Feinstein on the powerful panel that processes judicial nominees as the California…

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SELLING YOU SOUTHWESTERN TRAVEL DESTINATIONS IN VINTAGE AMERICAN MAGAZINES.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on the cover page to "Arizona Highways" magazine, dated April 1965, "River Trip through Marble and Grand Canyons," published by Arizona Highways Department, Phoenix, Arizona, USA.

EXTRA INFO: "Cover page title: "Elves Chasm -- Grand Canyon", photo, Josef Muench. This April 1965 issue features a river trip excursion from Lee's Ferry in Marble Canyon, through Marble and Grand Canyons, to the tranquil waters of Lake Mead, with photographer Josef Muench as guide."

-- "ARIZONA HIGHWAYS," c. spring 1965

Source: www.abebooks.com/first-edition/ARIZONA-HIGHWAYS-RIVER-TRIP-MARBLE-GRAND/30171237553/bd.

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Postcrossing US-10383861 by Gail Anderson Via Flickr: Postcard featuring the famous Route 66 and the state of Texas. Sent to a Postcrossing member in Germany.

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All the degrees Kevin had acquired, the colleges and universities he had gone to with the fellowships and scholarships he had received, his father had never showed up. But every town had been promising. Every place at first had said, Here you go – You can live here. You can rest here. You can fit. The enormous skies of the Southwest, the shadows that fell over the desert mountains, the innumerable cacti – red-tipped, or yellow-blossomed, or flat-headed – all this had lightened him when he'd first moved to Tucson, taking hikes by himself, then with others from the university. Perhaps Tucson had been his favorite, had he been forced to choose – the stark difference between the open dustiness there and the ragged coastline here.

But as with them all, the same hopeful differences – the tall, hot white glassed buildings of Dallas; the tree-lined streets of Hyde Park in Chicago, with the wooden stairs behind each apartment (he had loved those, especially); the neighborhoods of West Hartford, where it looked like a storybook, the houses, the perfect lawns – they all became places that sooner or later, one way or another, assured him that he didn't, in fact, fit.

When he got his medical degree from Chicago, attending the ceremony only because one of his teachers – a kind woman, who had said it would sadden her to have him not there – he sat beneath the full sun, listening to the president of the university say, in his final words to them, “To love and be loved is the most important thing in life,” causing Kevin to feel an inward fear that grew and spread through him, as though his very soul were tightening. But what a thing to say – the man in his venerable robe, white hair, grandfatherly face – he must've had no idea those words could cause such an exacerbation of the silent dread in Kevin. Even Freud had said, “We must love or we grow ill.” They were spelling it out for him. Every billboard, movie, magazine cover, television ad – it all spelled it out for him. We belong to the world of family and love. And you don't.

New York, the most recent, had held the largest hopes. The subways filed with such a variety of dull colors and edgy-looking people; it relaxed him, the different clothes, the shopping bags, people sleeping or reading or nodding their heads to some earphoned tune; he had loved the subways, and for a while the activities of the hospitals. But his affair with Clara, and the end of it, had caused him to recoil from the place, so that the streets now seemed crowded and tiresome – all the same. Dr. Goldstein he loved, but that was it – everyone else had become tiresome, and he had thought more and more how provincial New Yorkers were, and how they didn't know it.

What he began to want was to see his childhood home – a house he believed, even as he sat in his car now, that he had never once been happy in. And yet, oddly, the fact of its unhappiness seemed to have a hold on him with the sweetness of a remembered love affair. For Kevin had some memories of sweet, brief love affairs – so different from the long-drawn-out mess with Clara – and none measured up to the inner desire, the longing he felt for that place. That house where the sweatshirts and woolen jackets stank like moist salt and musty wood – the smell made him sick, as did the smell of a wood fire, which his father had sometimes made in the fireplace, poking at it in a distracted way. Kevin thought he must be the only person in the country who hated the smell of a wood fire. But the house, the trees tangled with woodbine, the surprise of a lady's slipper in the midst of pine needles, the open leaves of the wild lilies of the valley – he missed it.

He missed his mother.

I've made this awful pilgrimage...I've come back for more...Kevin wished, as he often did, that he had known the poet John Berryman.

  —  Olive Kitteridge (Elizabeth Strout)