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On the evening this picture was taken, I attended a dinner party in Mesa, along with a few members of an Italian group I belong to. Having noted that Agnieszka always takes her camera with her wherever she goes, I decided to follow her example and take mine with me for this occasion. The host gave us a guided tour of his garden, in which he took a good deal of well-deserved pride; and during the tour, I noticed these twin palm trees just outside his yard, and decided they would make a good photograph. I took several shots from different locations and angles, and this one emerged as clearly the best of the lot. (I used the optical zoom feature on my camera, and took it from a distance of perhaps 150 feet.) Thank you, Agnieszka, for teaching me how to be prepared for photographic opportunity when it presents itself, as it often seems to do in the most ordinary and mundane of circumstances.
I like to joke that excepting only Barry Goldwater and perhaps a dozen other people, nobody has ever been born in Arizona; they are all born elsewhere, then eventually end up here. Thus, there is no such thing as an outsider in Arizona. For that reason, the palm tree should, in my view, be designated as the official state symbol. It is, after all, not indigenous to Arizona; rather, someone imported a few of them here, perhaps a hundred years or so ago, after which they decided they liked the place, took root, and thrived. Just as so many people have done over the years since.
What is in a picture. My life.
As I was shooting this normal looking palm tree plantation, little that I know a cobra is watching me. With my son trailing, I consider us very lucky.
This was so scarry, the chap responsable for the craning looked like he had seen a ghost when he arrived. It was his first day at work and he had never lifted a tree before. He was so daunted by the job.
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another symbol of The City Of Oxnard
From above, Stanford bears a couple indicators of its ground-level beauty, which benefits from a California climate and Texas-sized endowment. Most buildings are hybrids (or derivatives) of the Richardsonian Romanesque and Mission Revival styles (hence, the red-tiled roofs, plaster, and rough-hewn stones). Thanks to Frederick Law Olmsted’s consultations, the campus is on a generally flat plot of land and is littered with (un-Olmsted) scenic quads and predictably-dignified axial orientations. Stanford also benefits from being one of the largest campuses by size, which has allowed it to have the semi-wooded area at the top of the screenshot.