Visiting Flagstaff in March: Mixed Signs of the Season
Jr and I are back in Flagstaff, Arizona visiting friends for her Spring Break. Though I’m born and raised in Alaska, I grew up in Flagstaff. Our lives here included more than seven years with me going from being simply a graduate student of Philosophy at McGill University in Montreal, to becoming a professional philosopher teaching at Northern Arizona University here. It’s been over a year now since I resigned from my position in academia, about nine months since we moved from the Southwest. The thing about Flagstaff? It stays much the same. Nice most of all to be back here with friends.
Here’s a few photos from walking around town that give you a feel for the place.
Classic Arizona: All Signs Point to the Inessential Drive-Thru Liquor Store
March offers conflicted signs of the season: buds not yet open
Leaves of the bush in colors still turned from Winter frost
What kept me in Flagstaff so long: sky sky blue blue sky. The clarity and high contrast colors of life at elevation
Winter Birch cut against the blue blue sky
Stopping by my friend’s place for an afternoon chat: Caleb Schiff’s Pizzicletta
Walking with Caleb to deliver Pizzicletta’s bread to the local CSA
A town with no snow still ready for winter: it’ll come again soon. It always does.
Visiting another friend’s, Lisa Born, bakery, Sugar Mamas
Their first day open two years ago I bought out all the cupcakes and brought them to campus for the Existentialism class. Sisyphus’s rock is easier with frosting
Flagstaff defined: old shops on Route 66 in view of the Sacred San Francisco Peaks, with a 4×4 truck crossing the trans-continental Railroad line
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