Named after Genoa, Italy, but pronounced juh-NO-ah, unlike its Italian namesake, the Nevadan town of Genoa epitomizes the American West. Founded in 1851, Genoa is Nevada’s oldest settlement, and it has the distinction of having had Nevada’s first court, hotel, newspaper, and even its first ‘thirst parlor.’
Like nearby Virginia City, which offers similar wild west charm, Genoa, Nevada has also played host to famous personalities such as Mark Twain. Twain is said to have thrown back a drink in Genoa’s thirst parlor, an establishment which is still in operation today. In more recent times, the town served as the set for the film, Misery.
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Each September, camels, ostriches, and jockeys from around the world converge on Virginia City, Nevada for the former mining town’s International Camel & Ostrich Races. We attended the quirky event last year, and it’s taking place again this weekend for the 54th time.
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Even in the buff-colored, high desert of Nevada, neighborhood trees and shrubberies are sporting their autumn finery.
During most mornings these past weeks, we’ve pounded the pavement for three-mile walks up into the surrounding hills. Aiming to achieve a cardio workout, I’ve typically refrained from bringing my trusty camera along (an accessory for which I’m often teased; some joke it’s an extension of my body). With the oak and maple leaves, trailing ivy and rabbitbrush reaching their peak fall hues in the past days, however, I could not resist the temptation to indulge my shutterbug passion any longer.
Enter what my husband playfully calls ‘irregular walking,’ (walk, stop, snap, repeat) and these images through which to remember a glorious autumn…
Some of my favorite ways to usher in autumn’s arrival are home-cooked pumpkin soup, warm woolen scarves I’ve picked up on my travels, and picking out the perfect pumpkin to carve and enjoy. What are yours?
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
Photography © Tricia A. Mitchell. All Rights Reserved.
Where in the World?
In 2010, I was twice married – to the same groom. As if describing two seasonal palaces, my husband and I like to playfully refer to our two marriages as the ‘summer wedding’ and the ‘winter wedding’. Whereas some spouses have a difficult time remembering one wedding anniversary, we aspire to remember the date we met, the day of our engagement, and our wedding date x 2.
Wedding number one, the legal, summer-season nuptials, took place overlooking a shimmering Lake Tahoe, surrounded by the Sierra Nevada mountains. Our second marriage was celebrated in the chapel of the Heidelberg Castle, before friends and family who were able to make the wintry journey to the Doctor Zhivago-esque wonderland in Germany.
This past August, with a late summer sun overhead, we celebrated our second summer anniversary among magnificent Douglas Firs and a trio of pines (Ponderosa Sugar and White) of Tahoe National Forest. We recited the Apache Blessing that was read at both of our weddings, and reminisced about our whirlwind first two years together.
Now you will feel no rain, for each of you will be the shelter for each other. Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be the warmth for the other. Now you are two persons, but there is only one life before you. Go now to your dwelling place to enter into the days of your life together. And may your days be good and long upon the earth.
– Apache Marriage Blessing
Where in the World?
Photography & text © Tricia A. Mitchell. All Rights Reserved.
Ce qui se passe à Vegas, reste à Vegas… Or perhaps, for French readers out there, Une indiscretion à Vegas reste un secret à Vegas. :)
During our visit to ‘Sin City’ while criss-crossing the continent earlier this summer, the Eiffel Tower – the symbol of the Old World ‘City of Lights’ – looked as though it was reaching toward a glowing corona radiating over the desert sky.
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Like paper lanterns rising to the heavens in the Far East, the radiant balloons twinkled in unison during the Dawn Patrol that was to precede the Great Reno Balloon Races. Only seven balloons – those which were qualified to fly in the dark – participated. The flying conditions at night can be dangerous since atmospheric conditions can change quickly once the sun rises over the hot Nevada desert.
As music played in the background, the sky changed from jet black, to midnight blue to steel grey, with a hint of gold. Unfortunately, weather conditions prevented the 80 or so balloons from ascending together after the sun had risen. Though we were disappointed, the beautiful Dawn Patrol event made our 0400 wake-up so worthwhile!
For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.
-Leonardo da Vinci
Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the night.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
“There is a trick to flying. The angels told me.” He had smiled at my wide-eyed awe. “You need to forget everything you know as a human being. When you are human, you discover that there is great power in hating the earth. And it can almost make you fly. But it never will.
I had frowned, not quite understanding him. “So, what’s the trick?”
“Love the sky.”
― Anne Fortier, Juliet
I will never stop trying to fly, because I’m not convinced that anything is impossible!
― Matt Scott
Since I have grown up in a part of the United States that is very different from the high desert of Nevada, it’s been a joy to observe the flora and the fauna unique to the rugged American West. From geckos, coyotes and snakes, to sagebrush, tumbleweed and saffron-colored rabbit brush, I’ve emitted many squeals of delight these past months while touring the region. It has been the herds of stunning, wild horses that have most effectively captured my attention though!
In this photo series, a young colt tries his best to appear poised and proper, but soon, he erupts into what looks like mischievous laughter. In classic form, the elder horse remains stoic, not even knowing what the junior horse is doing behind his back.