Jonathan Gair stares at the Sturtevant Falls
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A picturesque tree in the dim canyon
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Not quite sure which way is up here...
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Water, water everywhere. And lots of drops to drink!
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Yes, there is water in Southern California... occasionally
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Jon is towered over by Margaret Pan
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Alison Farmer is taking a break
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Alsion has been persuaded to remove sunglasses
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Ilya is his usual well-groomed self
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Thinking about the deep mysteries of the universe...
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Jon got the munchies
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Modeling agencies, here I come!
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Alison took over the camera...
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...to film Jon throwing acorns at me
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I am trying to look sentient...
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...which, apparently, amuses Margaret
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Jon found either a supernova or a stripper
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A rare moment: Alison has been persuaded to smile
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Umm... this isn't what it looks like...
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Yes, stand far, FAR away... Much better
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Alison tries to squash me like a bug...
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...but, by a titanic effort, I just manage to save myself
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So many cacti to fall on... how do I pick one?
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Neat tree. Reminds me of рябина
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But it's next to a yuca... Ahh, well, California
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We follow the upper trail on the way back
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Alison is shoving the yuca tree over the edge
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The hills are alive with the sound of music
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Can't you leave the poor yuca alone?!
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Charades: guess what English playwright Jon is showing
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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio.
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Famous last words: I am a professional sword-swallower
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It's a hedgehog! It's a prickly pear!
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No, it's apparently a hair decoration / torture device...
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The great stone lizard
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Tree on approach to Chantry Flat
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Alison's violent tendencies are coming through
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Jon and Alison invent a new brand of scrable at my apartment
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We'll just blame this on British humor, not on Russian
"Балтика"
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Alison Farmer. Wood and ink on wood. Courtesy of
Metropolitan Museum of Art.
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