The Furious Spinner

In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Photo Album

Despite major foot dragging by moiself, I have agreed to put up a couple of photos from our recent trip. I wanted to put up photos of the places; my beautiful husband thought a couple photographs of me would be good, too. So we're going to try this out. We haven't got the method down pat yet, so bear with us.

This first photograph is of the Quail House. I spoke of this often in my Arizona essays (under "The Trip). Mario usually went here during the morning after we walked the wash and worked until lunch. After Mario went home, I came here and wrote most days. Mario is in the first photo; I'm in the second one. A note about the hats: Mario and I forgot to bring hats to Arizona. But there in the casita were a couple of hats hanging out just waiting for us! We thank the real owners, wherever they may be.

We went up into the Santa Catalina a couple of times. This photo is on Mount Lemmon, after we ate some very sweet berry pie at Summerhaven. A few years earlier, Mario took a photograph of me at a similar sign for coyote crossings in Cave Creek, which later became the setting for Coyote Creek in The Gaia Websters.

Remember the mesquite tree where I went to tell my tales each evening? Well, you can't really see it in this photograph, but I'm sitting at the metal chair and table under the tree with my laptop. It was a very magical place, more so in the early morning and at dusk.

This photograph is one view of the wash that Mario and I walked each day and that I usually walked several times a day. This photograph was taken in the last minutes before I left, just before the coyote stepped out into view, and we said hello and good-bye. (I took a photo of the coyote, actually, but you can barely see her, so I didn't post that picture.)