Lon Chaney’s Cabin

High in the Sierras, the cabin of actor Lon Chaney, Sr., “the man of a thousand faces.”

Both of Chaney’s parents were deaf, and as a child of deaf adults Chaney became skilled in pantomime.

From this LA Times article:

“Tonight I start out for the High Sierra. No shaving, no makeup, no interviews for four long, lazy weeks. We take a stove along and the wife cooks the fish I catch. We sleep under the pines and I try to climb high enough to reach the snows. Camping’s the biggest kick in life for me,” Chaney told a writer in 1928.


The Forest Service considered destroying the cabin to comply with the 1964 Wilderness Act, which calls for the restoration of natural conditions in wilderness areas. But the agency changed its mind when it became clear that the amount of dynamite required to demolish the massive stone structure would cause major damage to the surrounding trees.


Good one from The Atlantic’s tribute to Neil Armstrong

“Astronaut John Young, Frank Borman and Neil Armstrong with Deke Slayton, during astronaut desert survival training near Reno, Nevada, in 1964.”

Logging Bunkhouse Interior, ca. 1895

from the University of Washington’s “Industries and Occupations” photograph collection.

View from Mount Holyoke, Northampton, Massachusetts, after a Thunderstorm—The Oxbow – Thomas Cole, 1836

go over to the Met and see it big.

Cole learned the rudiments of his profession from a wandering portrait painter named Stein

The fourth-highest peak in the Catskills is named after Thomas Cole:

From my cuz.


what a ruling champion of life.

I saw my own future!

(I should be so lucky.  E. B. White, via Letters of Note)

John le Carré


It has been said the book [Tailor of Panama] mirrors what you feel about England at the moment.


While abroad, I don’t want to talk gloomily about my country. I’ve become interested recently not in the macro-interpretation of my country, but the micro-interpretation. I live in a tiny, desolate part of England, where the real effects of what I see as terrible misgovernment—central misgovernment—can be felt in detail upon agriculture, fishing, communication, and transport, all of those things. My definition of a decent society is one that first of all takes care of its losers, and protects its weak. What I see in my country, progressively over these years, is that the rich have got richer, the poor have got poorer. The rich have become indifferent through a philosophy of greed, and the poorer have become hopeless because they’re not properly cared for. That’s actually something that is happening in many Western societies. Your own, I am told, is not free from it.

(Paris Review again, picture I found here credited to Jonathan Player of Rex Features)