
Agua Fria River.
From the Black Canyon Trail, Maricopa County, Arizona. Please click photo for an enlarged view.

Agua Fria River.
From the Black Canyon Trail, Maricopa County, Arizona. Please click photo for an enlarged view.

El esqueleto.
Scenes from Waterfall Trail, at White Tank Mountain Regional Park in Maricopa County, Arizona.

Whitetank petroglyphs.

There was rare snow on all of the peaks that surround the city this morning. This view of the Bradshaw Mountains was taken from Lake Pleasant, north of Phoenix.

I just finished my mail-in ballot for the November 6 General Election. The ballot for my district in Arizona comprised 77 choices: federal and state offices, local school board representatives and school funding initiatives, 52 retain or recall votes for state judges, five propositions, and votes on representation in state water and community college commissions. It was a daunting task. I can’t imagine walking into a voting booth on my way to work on November 6 and tackling this ballot. It took me almost two hours to complete, and I already knew how I was going to vote on the most prominent races and referendums.
I am in my 60′s, and with one exception I have voted in every election I was eligible to participate in. The one I missed was a primary election, and I was in the hospital on election day. I take this stuff very seriously. There are clear anti-democratic tendencies in the ways the United States conducts elections. The Electoral College system skews and distorts popular votes (to sometimes horrific result); foreign powers interfere; districts are wildly and improbably gerrymandered; people are systematically disenfranchised and turned away from the polls by the bus load. The degree of election ratfucking is sometimes astonishing to me.
And yet, I still think my vote matters. I have been tempted by anguish and cynicism (I’m thinking about you, November 7, 2000, and you, November 8, 2016), but the disastrous outcomes can be the best impetus to not give up, to make sure you are resisting, and exerting your will in the voting booth – every time!

I just finished my mail-in ballot for the November 6 General Election. The ballot for my district in Arizona comprised 77 choices: federal and state offices, local school board representatives and school funding initiatives, 52 retain or recall votes for state judges, five propositions, and votes on representation in state water and community college commissions. It was a daunting task. I can’t imagine walking into a voting booth on my way to work on November 6 and tackling this ballot. It took me almost two hours to complete, and I already knew how I was going to vote on the most prominent races and referendums.
I am in my 60′s, and with one exception I have voted in every election I was eligible to participate in. The one I missed was a primary election, and I was in the hospital on election day. I take this stuff very seriously. There are clear anti-democratic tendencies in the ways the United States conducts elections. The Electoral College system skews and distorts popular votes (to sometimes horrific result); foreign powers interfere; districts are wildly and improbably gerrymandered; people are systematically disenfranchised and turned away from the polls by the bus load. The degree of election ratfucking is sometimes astonishing to me.
And yet, I still think my vote matters. I have been tempted by anguish and cynicism (I’m thinking about you, November 7, 2000, and you, November 8, 2016), but the disastrous outcomes can be the best impetus to not give up, to make sure you are resisting, and exerting your will in the voting booth – every time!

Blue Point Bluff, Stewart Mountain, and Four Peaks, from the Salt River at Coon Bluff. In the Tonto National Forest, Maricopa County, Arizona.
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Blue Point Bluff, Stewart Mountain, and Four Peaks, from the Salt River at Coon Bluff. In the Tonto National Forest, Maricopa County, Arizona.
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Red Mountain (officially Mount McDowell), seen from the Salt River just downstream of the confluence of the Salt and Verde Rivers. In the Tonto National Forest, Maricopa County, Arizona.
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