I am always invaded by a sense of unreality when I get to Phoenix. I was there for a few days recently to attend a wedding. The disorientation was even greater on this occasion as on arrival we ran into a massive traffic jam occasioned by a an accident on I-17 which slowed our progress into town to a crawl.
After a day or so, and following some contact with our family there, I get a bit more comfortable with the place. However, when I drive down the long streets and avenues, the thought creeps back into my mind that I am in some kind of alternate reality.
It seems there is just one dominant idea of the good life in the great sprawl that comprises Phoenix and it is replicated every few miles in each community that you pass through. Each place has a strip mall with the same collection of chain stores and fast food joints which serve as a facade for endless tracts of ranch-style homes punctuated by long-stemmed palms.
My observations and my imagination lead me to the idea that the residents of Phoenix are uniformly detached from any connection to national and international political concerns, directing their attention instead to sporting events and the acquisition of large motorized toys. That is likely an unfair judgment, but it is hard to shake the idea that Phoenicians conceive of the rest of the world as a kind of fairy tale to which they have only a remote connection.
I have to admit that ignoring the rest of the world is an understandable strategy if you feel that you have little or no real control over the course of world events. And, of course, there are a lot of nice things to be found in Phoenix. We rented a beautiful three-bedroom house for just a hundred bucks per day -- about what we would normally pay for a hotel room.
There is also the fact that Phoenix is an island in a vast and amazing desert. The saguaro cactus lend a somewhat exotic look to the land, but the endless grass-covered rolling hills, dotted with junipers and cut by shallow arroyos and steep canyons make me feel at home. It is a part of the landscape that stretches from the Snake River to the Rio Grande in which I chose to live out the better part of my life.
The camera I took to Phoenix and used to photograph the little carnival near where we stayed was a Zorki 2-C. A friend gave me one about ten years ago; it had a mismatched bottom plate. I bought another on line for parts for next to nothing that turned out after a little cleaning to to be better than the first. I have made a lot of pictures with the 2-C which has a very smooth film advance and an accurate shutter. I have collapsible FED and Industar lenses for the Zorki that are very sharp and compact, and I also often use a Jupiter 12 wide-angle with an accessory finder.