
It's a conspiracy. I don't believe in conspiracies, per se. But this IS a conspiracy. And I thought it only happened in the big cities like Phoenix and Tucson. Just when the good weather arrives ushering in the tourist season, the highway department decides to get busy with road repairs. Well, it's no different in Nowhere. By the look of these signs, which went up on the main roadway through town more than a week ago, no one in Nowhere can go anywhere. And, if you are one step ahead of me at this point, since the signs went up, there have been nary a road worker to be found. Maybe they're following all these signs and staying away from the work zone.
Life is good in Nowhere. But full of wrong turns right now.
In The Beginning
You see, I and five brothers were raised on an Iowa farm 50 years ago by two incredible parents. But then, I up and moved to Arizona to become a photographer. This profession has been exceptionally good to me. Depending on the workload and the season, I reside in a number of spots: Nowhere, Tempe or Flagstaff, Arizona or Goldfield, Iowa or Puerto PeƱasco, Mexico. As a part-time resident of the tiny town called Nowhere, I have a unique perspective on the folks who live and work in a place which time has passed by. And, I'd like to share this fascinating place with you. When I'm somewhere other than Nowhere, I'm likely on assignment either for a corporate client or Arizona Highways magazine. All along, you'll come to know Nowhere, Arizona and its common people with uncommon problems and personal achievements. Early dispatches offer some background into the town itself while newer dispatches will reveal the character of the townsfolk and my photo travels.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Say What?
