We left Winslow and continued our adventure through Arizona.
Somebody tell me,
is this a baby volcano?
I love ...
formations.
And damn long roads.
We're finally getting to a town ...
of sorts.
This is all Indian Reservation.
And these are their homes.
And the Hawthornes blithely drive by.
We have a Holiday Express
keyed into the Garmin.
As we drove up to it ...
I prettymuchreallydidntlikeitatall ...
but drove in anyway.
This is Indian Territory.
Dry.
And I really want some wet tonight.
C'est mal.
It's stark here.
And there are all these dogs.
One's recently pregnant.
There are other mature male dogs in there,
and a bunch of babies that look like both the above.
I find out now,
that not only is my fairly new Nikon D80
screwing up on the focus,
but there's also an EXPOSURE problem.
To wit:
... and wit agin:
I must override the auto-exposure thingie,
which is broken ...
... so's I can get the doggies properly exposed.
They were here when we arrived.
They were here when we left.
I hope someone takes them all in when it gets cold.
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