Lately, I’m preoccupied with the thought of snow. It has been near sixty degrees the past few days here in Kansas, and what little snow we accumulated in a fleeting New Year’s storm melted weeks ago. It could be any…
Lately I’ve been posting a lot of herb’s images on the Zephyr facebook page. Readers seem especially fond of Herb’s 1950 Ford Woody. I’ve put together a collection of that wonderful car, at various locations around the West from 1950…
NOTE: The Zephyr recently received a DVD of a 1949 documentary film by Ray Garner. The film is silent; Mr. Garner exhibited this film to audiences around the country and provided ‘live’ narration. The film is now in the public…
In October , The Zephyr re-posted an interview with longtime Moabite MAXINE NEWELL, from the summer of 1995. Here is Part 2… After World War II, Maxine married Hub Newell. They lived in Green River for awhile where Hub, an…
Edna Fridley was a good friend of the canyon country of southeast Utah for more than 30 years. Every year she returned to the slickrock from her home, back east, to wander and explore what was then one of the…
Every March I’d drive west from the Roaring Fork Valley in Colorado, up to the massive Island in the Sky in Canyonlands National Park. Driving up there on Utah 313 I felt like a fly climbing a whale’s back. Standing…
In the late 80s and early 90s, I was taking a lot of pictures of Moab’s ‘survivors.’ the ones who decided to tough out the hard times and make a new life. Here is Part 5 of my collection of…
Winters in the West 1940’s Reno, Nevada. The snowy Nevada desert. Mt Rose Summit Herb’s father tosses his hat at Mt Rose Summit. To read the PDF version of this article, click here. Don’t forget the Zephyr ads! All links…
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… Santa Rosa, New Mexico – 2012, from the overgrown parking lot…
Dove Creek I know how my father Picked through the desert Looking for ruins. I know the golf clubs He carried to ward off snakes, Swinging them through sage And dens made uneasy In their own shadows then. All for…