December 11, 2012
Julia Shelby, a San Francisco transplant, started Mountain Melody Womens Chorus in 2005. A bright star in our mountain communities is this all volunteer group of about 18 women, singers all, with two piano players and a flutist. Shelby chooses innovative music, with intricate, lively and echoing harmonies. What a treat.
Also a treat, is Casa Terra Cotta, this beautiful mountaintop estate, loaned to the Calaveras Arts Council for the event. I was grateful for the sun, but the time of day was brutal for photos.
I ran smack dab into my neighbor Judith, and friends I hadn’t seen in a couple of years, David and JoEllen Gano. A stranger grabbed my camera and offered to take a picture.
What makes the estate so enchanting, is the marvelous windows surrounding you from every direction, providing the best views from the mountain top, at the same time making picture-taking difficult.
I concentrated on faces and the wonderful music. Dobru’ Noc, a Slovakian Folk Song
This Little Light Of Mine.
The Seal Lullaby
Nothin’ Gonna Stumble My Feet.
After the concert, we enjoyed desserts and wine punch and mingled with guests and members of the chorus. Michael VonErich sung the solo Mary Did You Know? Her deep resonant voice, and the words brought me to tears. I had to meet her, only to discover she is moving away from Mountain Ranch. She told me she grew up singing as a child with Mark Lowry and Buddy Greene, the guys who wrote the words and music to the song. What a talent she is. And what a loss to our community.
Maddie and I walked the grounds and enjoyed the views.
Some people stayed close to the outdoor fireplace.
We all got to sing for Marta Johnson’s birthday, another old friend I hadn’t seen in years.
On the drive home, Maddie and I oohed and ahhed at another birthday, these little newborn lambs on wobbly legs. We both wondered why are these young lambs born in the cold month of December? We hope it isn’t from climate change, but in my yard I’ve seen a late fawn all through November. A strange year in so many ways.
October 5, 2012
Since our accident on May 27th, I swear, I have never had so many doctors in my life. If it isn’t one thing it is another. Poke and probe and test. Since the accident I feel like I have sand in one eye and it keeps swelling. After a round yesterday with my eye doctor and picking up records from one place to deliver to another place, I stopped at the Arts Council for an art fix. Jim has taken gallery pictures for me that I appreciate, but it isn’t the same as being able to view your own choices of things you admire. I am ever impressed by the talent in my community.
My favorite piece in the exhibit was this triptych in the photo above. I’ve done a close up of each piece.
Simple lines, bold colors. Beautifully matched.
Many nice pieces, so if you have a chance to visit the Arts Council Gallery in San Andreas, do it. I’m working on a piece of my own, but it is not for sale. Maybe, since I’m home for an extended period, I’ll get a piece finished for the affordable arts exhibit they do before Christmas.
I don’t know why I like old, rusty, derelict cars. This worked on a ceramic piece. Tough to execute.
Homer as a pretty jolly sculpture is appealing
Trees, another favorite theme. Who doesn’t love a tree?
Bead work is making an impact in the arts/crafts world. This little bird is something to hang on the Christmas tree or not. It works anywhere.
If I have errands, I like to seize the day, and art makes me smile and eases the burdens we sometimes carry.
August 15, 2012
It is our last morning in China. We are up early. Business people all over town line up in their suits and ties at street steamers to buy buns and dumplings for breakfast. (Picture by Nicolas Delerue) China is vast but it’s cities are huge and crowded. The Chinese seek peace in their gardens.
In the center of this snarling city is the UR Garden. The designers took great pains and cost to turn this former government employees home into a centerpiece of Chinese garden architecture. A walled garden shuts out the troubles of life and brings peace and quiet to the soul. It allows you to contemplate a higher plane and renew the spirit.
The Chinese people strive for perfection in everything they do. A perfect garden must have a hill, water, rock, plants, bamboo, a building and trees. The plants placement and position in the garden, and shapes of everything have special meanings. A rock must not overshadow water. All gates, walkways, windows and doors must suggest nurture, peace and serenity to soothe the soul. A tea house provides refreshment and joy.
A beautifully designed window does the same.
Each rock, each plant is chosen for its sense of balance and rest. Lotus for purity. Bamboo for strength and resilience. Flowering plum represents rebirth. If you plant a pine tree, you must have both a male and female tree. If one dies, the partner tree is removed.
Proper dragons guard the roof and walls.
The roof is enhanced with bamboo at the top to make music as the wind passes over the hollow tubes. The poetic aspects of a garden are taken very seriously.
When a contingent of Chinese Garden Architects from Vancouver came to see the garden, they politely said it was beautiful. Not perfect? They judged it imperfect because modern condominium visible in a little corner of the garden. Tsk, tsk!
We leave the garden to visit Shanghai Cultural Museum. On the freeway we see a huge cement column about 12 feet in diameter supporting an over crossing. It was beautifully decorated with writhing dragons. I asked why the need for such a heavy support column? Our city guide explained that it allows the dragons to get out. When they were building, the workmen had trouble in that spot. They insisted there was a dragon there and it would be bad luck to cover it up. The government architects came up with a solution. It is partially hollow and has an exit window. Now knowing what we do of Chinese culture and centuries of superstition embedded in their character, we understand.
The museum too, is a quiet place that gives a sense of peace…
Late in the afternoon we have free time and several of us take tea at a lovely tea house and then off to the Hip Hop Market to pick up any last minute souvenirs. This is not a souvenir market. We gawk at ultra modern merchandise. Shoes like I’ve never seen in my life with price tags to match. Baby items and clothing for the children or grandchildren of the very wealthy. Teens swarm the place with their phones and wrist band radios. They buy see-through blouses, painted skirts and bathing suits that would fit in a cigarette box. We are running from store to store like unruly kids were we see every kind of goods, rich leathers, golden threaded bags and scarves; canes, sunglasses, jewelry to dazzle an empress, plastic neon bracelets, fancy suits and ballgowns, jeans and top branded merchandise from all over the world. A city of such contrasts is Shanghai.
We enjoy a fabulous farewell dinner with a flaming dish of some sort. We fondly embrace our new friends and trade addresses and know we’ll probably never see them again. Unforgettable China.
July 31, 2012
This little doe comes to visit me each morning. She seems to know when I have the camera aimed at her and hides from me. My yard is Certified Wildlife Habitat, and between Karen and I, we’ve seen every animal except a possum and a bear come to drink water. Cougars, bobcats, foxes, skunks, raccoons, squirrels, coyotes, dogs, cats, birds. Even bats and lizards. This low water year, the water in my pond, and other vessels, needs to be replenished every other day, which Karen does.
I’m coming at my subject a bit sideways, here, but Jim brought this beautiful hammock all the way from Central America. It has hung between a couple of trees for the last two summers and a squirrel came down the tree and chewed part of the threads. Sorry, Jim. I was pretty amazed at that. She chewed some of the support strings as well. I don’t blame the squirrel. I’m sure she is nest-building. Red tail hawks decimated my squirrel population a while back and this one has moved in to begin a new generation.
I’m always bragging about Murphys being such a nice place to live, with its beautiful park with a creek running through it. But, San Andreas has a beautiful Turner Park too, with multiple entrances and areas to enjoy because it runs along a small creek. I met friends yesterday, with whom I worked at the Calaveras Enterprise in the 1980′s and was reminded of the wholesome community we share. Dedicated park volunteers were blowing debris and picking up stuff people leave behind when I got there. How cool is that?
This cute elephant bridge leads to a playground for the kids. Part of why this is such a great place to live is the huge body of volunteerism that makes places like this possible for everyone.
Sue Walker has a new last name since we met at this same spot last year. I was surprised my friends knew about my accident on May 27th. We spent an hour playing catch-up while we ate our bag lunch.
We manage our visit in an hour since Deborah Mullen comes from work during her lunch time. I heard that our former editor, Sandy Lema died while I was on the road, and I forgot to ask them if that was correct?
That hour went by way too fast! I’m going to make an effort to get home earlier next year to attend the main event. We grabbed one of the friendly park volunteers to take our picture before we parted.
This is a group photo of Enterprise staffers from Reunion 2011.
After leaving the park, I had some blood work done and then went to the beauty shop to get my hair cut. I reminded Sue, who was cutting my hair, that the purpose of a beauty salon is make people beautiful.
I thought she did a pretty good job, don’t you?
Then I stopped in Angels Camp to visit my friend Linda Foster. She is painting her house and needs help deciding what color to choose.
The picture doesn’t show all of her possible choices. But, I think it was more than nine. Decisions, decisions. And you know? She didn’t even notice my beautiful new look? The older we get, the harder it is to get beautiful.
June 4, 2012
Its been hot in the park. We are both feeling much better, but not exactly up to par. We decided to try the South Rim overlooks figuring getting out and about will hasten healing and leave us with the canyons beauty as our last memory.
The White House of the ancients, sits among sandstone colored buildings. The Anasazi left no clues why this building should be white. Maybe it is special, like our own White House. We had planned to take the two-mile hike in to where ever it leads, but we weren’t up to that, yesterday.
The South Rim Canyons are deep and for those who feel any vertigo, it is probably not the place to visit.
As I looked, I wished I was down on the canyon floor finishing that tour we started in that marvelous truck where you had 360 degree views. It was a wonderful sight-seeing vehicle and I’d do it again if I could, despite the accident.
I love the monolithic rocks that just seem to rise from the canyon floor like sentinels.
And, these strange purple tufts that sit like caps on pudding. It is obvious that this rock was at one time liquid some unknown millions of years ago.
The South Rim had rock climbing areas before you get to the edge of the canyon. Normally I’d be all over them, enjoying views from every point. They are beautiful in their own right.
The trail at one overlook was marked with cairn rocks. I added a couple rocks to increase the height, as others have done. Not this particular one, though.
This rock was defaced by grafitti, but the colors are breathtaking.
The famous Spider Rock is so named because in Navajo culture, the Spider Woman is the God of weaving. To them it must have resembled a weaving. It is a beautiful twin structure in a very busy and colorful valley.
On a closer view it is possible to see the lines resembling a woven rug, perhaps.
These lichen covered rocks on the edge have an unbelievable number of colors.
We received a note (posted) from Anita, the woman I spoke about who drove the two hundred miles to Flagstaff the day after the accident to be there for her friend Margaret. She is healing as we all are. And, for the sake of accuracy, we reported to the Sheriff’s Department and the Special Investigator that the nut from the tie rod bolt had been turned in to them. Frank Shearer informed us that the women from his party found the nut, but he advised them to leave it where they found it so the Sheriff’s Department could investigate without them having disturbed its location. Again, it is easy to “mis-hear” and spread inaccuracies. Thank you for that correction, Frank. None of us will forget this horrible accident, but I hope everyone will also remember the beauty of Canyon de Chelly and walk in beauty.
June 1, 2012
I took many beautiful pictures on the way into the canyon. It seems to take longer to do anything these days. I find I need a nap in the afternoon, so most of them are raw and un-cropped. We are healing and feeling better each day. But Megan’s note about how rumors fly in a community prompted me to also give this information. The nut that dropped from the tie rod bolt was found on the road above the accident and turned into the Sheriff’s Department.
Jim considered driving into the canyon for this tour with his four-wheel drive Bronco. Very soon, looking at the deep sands to navigate, he was glad we decided to take the tour.
Majestic solitary pinnacles sit on the canyon floor.
Our guide showed us fascinating petroglyphs drawn by the ancient Anasazi.
These photos can be double clicked to get a better look at them.
Explanations not needed. As Sara Dailey from the Chinle Clinic told me, “Walk in beauty.”
On the road, there were places where the canyon walls are over your head.
I enjoyed sitting behind the driver and looking through his window as we bounced along.
He stopped for the horses to cross in front of us.
This rock edifice reminded me of a man leaning up against a rock.
Where I sat, I could peer over the edge of the truck and see the wheels churning through a muddy low spot.
Majestic. I was stunned to learn that some locals have never been in the canyon.
Sometimes the rocks are caramel color.
The awesome big picture.
Our guide explained the color variations come from the various minerals that are in the rock.
Coming from a more populated state, it is delicious to watch these horses running free and wild.
Though I took several pictures of the Mummy Cave, this is the last photo I took. The tour stops here for a lunch break before starting our return trip. (This album does not have the accident photos.) To see the rest of my pictures in a full screen slide show, click on the link below:
May 20, 2012
Huge rock faces surround you in this beautiful campground at Red Rock Park. Located on Navajo land, it was once a state park and is now run by the city of Gallup.
The park’s most famous feature is Church Rock, clearly visible from the park and the road as you drive to Gallup on Route 66/interstate 40.
We drove around the park to admire its grandeur. This edifice demarcates the Rodeo grounds.
The world championship roping competition is held here in June with rodeo events every weekend in June and and on into July.
Smaller rock faces, and the huge bluffs, all red, are beautiful. On our drive in, we noticed the unusual topography nearby. Once unhooked, we jumped in the Bronco and back tracked about a mile or two to take pictures of the roadside cliffs and bluffs.
What formations and colors. It put me in mind of ice cream.
Layers of creamy white.
The formations make up a relatively small area, but well worth the drive to see them.
We drove on into old town Gallup to look around. Gallup is credited with having the most number of old Route 66 buildings and signs still intact within 10 miles on either side of the city and in town as well.
In the old days, crossing Indian lands through New Mexico brought you to a string of Trading Posts. There are over 100 of them left in New Mexico, one called the Outlaws dating from 1883 right here in the park. And several in town and nearby Gallup. This turquoise covered cattle skull was in Richardsons, one of the posts well know for turquoise jewelry.
The Navajo are famous for their jewelry. This piece was about the size of half a dinner plate. We don’t know what it would be used for.
The one piece I thought I’d buy was this beautiful squash blossom necklace. I thought it was the most beautiful piece in the store. The clerk took it out of the case and said you have good taste. I tried it on and fell in love. The price? $150,000. It is Navajo made and old. The piece under it, with the smaller pieces is Zuni. The Navajo are famous for their large pieces, the Zuni for their fine, small work. We didn’t stay long. Richardsons Trading Post was overpriced. We found nice stuff, cheaper on the back streets, but nothing like that wonderful antique squash blossom (drool) necklace.
I took a picture of this boot for my daughter, Stanne since she collects shoes.
To see the rest of my pictures, click the link.
April 15, 2012
I crossed over the Stanislaus river to sign my taxes for e-filing, and to pick up my paperwork, an especially beautiful drive at this time of year. No traffic to speak of. I could stop in the middle of the road and take pictures. After descending into the canyon, the bridge is in front of me.
Here I got out and aimed for that bright patch of green on the opposite bank.
The rain has given the wild flowers a boost.
Roadside lupines taller than I’ve ever seen them.
Mosses thick and lush.
Redbud blooming everywhere.
A bit of bright orange caught my eye. Though I couldn’t identify it, I admire its tenacity as it seems to choose inhospitable rocky places to grow and show off some color.
The weather was supposed to be sunny yesterday. Instead it was drear, but it didn’t affect my pleasure in my trip across the river. The foothills of Calaveras and Tuolumne County are beautiful in the spring. (You can click on these photos to make them bigger.)
March 19, 2012
A glance out my kitchen deck revealed four inches of snow. I quickly retreated to hot tea and toast. It will melt off by 10 a.m. I guessed. Huh! It snowed all day. With mail yet to sort through, I had plenty to keep me busy.
Periodically through the day, I went outside to admire the beauty of it. Wouldn’t want to fill a whole season with the stuff, but it has its glory.
It got thicker and thicker as the day wore on. Then it would melt a bit and start over.
The scene out the bedroom side of the house was irresistible. (Click to enlarge)
The contrast of snow and moss on that old tree of mine. Not many opportunities to see that happen.
My woodpile wore the frosting. No matter. I couldn’t use the wood anyway since my chimney needs cleaning and the chimney sweep didn’t answer my phone call. It was a beautiful, quiet, Sunday, and as I walked inside, I dropped my new camera with the lens open and broke it. I have a temporary back-up camera, but I’m sad about my little Canon Elph. What a sweet little camera. I’m in the snow while Jim endured a wind storm. I know a family that moved from Southern California because too many sunny days without contrast is boring. It’s never boring here.
March 4, 2012
You are looking at the historical site of Fort Hauchuca, the buildings are newer but the beautiful mountain frames the very spot where Captain Whitside brought new recruits to live in their tents and fight the Indians.
They sang, they trained, they marched and accepted their lot.
During the grueling Apache campaigns, officers decided a soldier could live on 3/4 pound of slab bacon, or l 1/4 pound of fresh beans; 1 1/8 pounds of flour or 1 lb of hard bread; 0.15 pounds of dry beans, or 0.10 pounds of dry rice; 0.10 lb of coffee and 0.15 lbs of sugar. An Irishman might lament a diet of beans and bacon and did so in song:
“We wint to Arizona, got to fight the injins there, we came near to be made bald-headed, but they dint git our hair. We lay among the ditches, in the dirty yellow mud, but we never saw a turnip, an onion or a spud.”
And then, later, they built their own quarters.
Women joined their husbands after permanence came to Fort Huachuca.
It wasn’t easy for the enlisted men’s wives and they, too, put their woes to verse.
By this time the Mexican border skirmishes were subdued but Pancho Villa lived to fight another day.
The fort, along with 70 other forts between Texas and California, saw settlers into the Western regions and secured and expanded the borders of the United States.
In 1886, Captain Lawton, and Lt. Charles Gatewood rode into Geronimo’s camp and asked him to surrender. These photos are from his first surender when he signed a peace treaty. A magazine cameraman got the first photos of Geronimo during the negotiations for that first surrender.
The cameraman was intent on his work and would ask Geronimo, stand here, turn your foot that way. Much to the officer’s surprise, Geronimo did as the cameraman suggested.
Eleven years later, the army was using the Apache’s for scouts.
An Arizona regiment of Buffalo Soldiers came to the fort in 1892. They had been stationed in Arizona since 1885. They were much admired by the Indians who referred to them as “buffalo soldiers” because their wooly hair resembled the curly buffalo hair between the horns. The soldiers liked and accepted the name and went with it. The Buffalo Soldiers fought the Indians, Mexican insurgents and proved their metal in many ways. They didn’t get the acceptance they wanted after the Civil War, but they didn’t give up. They were indispensable foot soldiers in WWI. Several men received France’s Crosse de Guerre, during battles in France fighting with the French army. One man stood out above the rest, Corporal Eddie Stowers was recommended for the United States Medal of Honor for his heroic actions. The paperwork conveniently “got lost.” African Americans didn’t get the acceptance they had earned as hard fighting Americans then, either.
Nor after World War II. In fact, Corporal Stowers didn’t get his metal awarded to his family until 1991. Click on his story to read about his heroism. What a blot on the American conscience to have so treated a heroic soldier in this manner, and the still overt and subtle racism we have today.
The fort was predominantly home base to the Buffalo Soldiers for 38 years, with various regiments in and regiments out. At times, they were the only soldiers on post.
The Apache served again, not only as enlisted men, but for the use of their language for codes during WWII that the enemy could not break.
Modernization came. Most of those 70 forts are gone but Fort Huachuca is still a vital link in the service of our country. It has seen every war. It closed briefly after WWII and for seven months after the Korean war. It was revamped as an intelligence center. In 1954 it became the electronic warfare proving ground and test center and is still used as a vital part of our defense today. A separate museum depicts early army intelligence.
I like museums but sometimes they overwhelm. This one gave its story in an easy flow, without miring you in minutiae. Besides the people of the Fort, there are wonderful paintings, drawings and sculpture. The grounds have much history and archeology to view as well. Well worth a stop if you are traveling in this area.