Posts Tagged With: Stained Glass


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My  friend Jan, and I, took a ride out toward Jackson to see a rugged wall of wild flowers along the river. We tripped on seven miles more into Jackson to be tourists for a couple of hours.

We stopped to read the above plaque embedded in the sidewalk which refers to the wild west type of politicking, rough and deadly. Jackson is in Amador County, but at one time Jackson was part of Calaveras County. Mokelumne Hill is still part of Calaveras Co. The two towns are across the Calaveras River from each other.

The plaque reminded me of other heart-shaped plaques that lined the Main Street of Jackson commemorating a more shady history of the gold rush, the buildings that were once bordellos. The idea being the plaques would  bring more tourists to town. Some people thought it was too risqué and a little war raged over the plaques until  they were removed and peace reigned. I was surprised when Jan had never heard of them. Nor had the owner of the olive oil place.

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She met the owner of this business, and visited her ranch a long time ago. We asked several business owners on the street and the answer was “No way!”  “Never heard of it.”

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We walked along looking for where there might have been a plaque and found several scraggly heart-shaped sidewalk patches, but none quite as obvious as this one next to the Jackson Hotel. The owner, Sam, was a supporter of the plaques and it is possible the plaque is still hiding under the patch. ONE hotel employee knew of the plaques and told us to go to Fargo, the bar across the street. They saved a plaque that now hangs on their wall.

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It might have been the ERECTIONS word that offended some of the towns people, instead of saying erected in 1968. But, this one is the only one left in town. Another is in a restaurant and bar in the town of Volcano, nine miles from Jackson.

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Fargo flaunts their former history.

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This is a portrait of Miss Kitty. I have no idea if the history they flaunt is accurate or not, or if there was a Miss Kitty. But, the bartender at Fargo knew all about the plaque’s history.

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I thought this is a good time to publish pictures of my coin collection. They are for sale at the Bathroom Machineries Store in Murphys. I thought they were fun.

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I don’t know if any of these coins came from Jackson Bordellos, but they were definitely used during the gold rush. One I have is from nearby Placerville, or Hangtown as it was called then. DSC04361 (Copy) (Copy)

When you hang out with Jan, you are bound to get in trouble. She said, “Let’s sign our names to this one.”  Yeah, sure. I’m not bailing you out of jail when you get arrested for defacing property.

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She didn’t sign her own name, but I can honestly say the rains will soon take care of the graffiti. And, there probably was a “girl” name Mary in one of those places. It is an old name.


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We shared a beer at Fargo. Tasted some delicious, flavored olive oils. Looked at pretty stained glass. Tourists to the core. Jan reminded me about visiting a gold rush town in Alaska that had a shop called “The House Of Negotiable Affections.” (Where men and fish spawn for sperm.) Hey, its life.

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Yesterday, I was dealing with my art fix in Mendocino and I didn’t  show you the town.  Brightly painted, well-kept buildings, small gardens here and there.  A mystery is the water towers. Does that mean a scarcity of fresh water here? I don’t know the answer to that, but they rise majestically above everything.

They are interesting and strong.

Built like railroad trestles.

An edifice that combines a water tower with a viewing platform faces the headlands. It also gives access to the appropriately named Bayview Cafe on the second story of the building next to it.

We wandered into this charming garden with lavender, alyssum, and an angels trumpet up next to a small gift shop-closed at that point.

Angels trumpet grows white or yellow, both beautiful.

A friendly bench beckoned.  If it fit in the motor home, I would have taken it home with me.

Beautiful stained glass at Mendocino Jewelry Studio.

If you like kaleidoscopes, Reflections specializes in them. Beautiful home crafted woods and quality glass. Nice, nice, and pricey. The store has an intriguing  kaleidoscopic image quilted wall hanging. Unusual.

I chuckled at this whimsical place setting.

Fused glass by Theresa Kowalski, at Panache Gallery.

The bulletin fence teaches you a lot about the character of the town, which is where I learned about the Marijuana Patients Rights Union. This is a fun place. Contemporary, friendly. You could detect a buzz of happiness in the people you met.

A last swing by the headlands, and we were on our way to Cloverdale.

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Once we landed on Orcas Island, we headed uphill toward Rosario Resort, our first stop of choice. Fields of hay, quiet farms, sheep, home gardens,old barns, small ponds or lakes and a few cows populate the view from roadsides. Peaceful.  The day turned sunny and I shed my jacket and enjoyed the first real sunny day since leaving Murphys.

This is my first day to use my new camera, a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX5V, and I liked the shadows on the walkway.  Jim got into shorts and a T-shirt.

We wanted to have lunch at the beautiful Rosario Resort Hotel only to learn that the Hotel only serves dinner. We were invited to look around the building because it was once the home its founder, Robert Moran, and is now a museum. Robert Moran arrived in Seattle penniless and managed to amass a fortune through his hard work. He was told in 1904 that he had one year to live. He moved to Orcas Island and built this magnificent mansion with his shipbuilding wealth. (He lived another 38 years on Orcas.) A link to Wikipedia about Moran:

During this period, fireplaces were in vogue and one graced every bedroom in this house. The main fireplace was built from marble chips embedded in concrete and formed whole, then delivered to Orcas for this room.  Moran was maybe the first recycler. He used marble chips gathered  from the building  of  Seattle’s King St. station for this mantle. Jim used my new camera to take this photo. My old camera would never have  accomplished  this wide-angle. The mantle is cool and smooth to touch.

Here a close-up of that marble mantel. I loved this room, and other beauties.

This stained glass light fixture.

A unique stained glass window.

The rich woods, the view from the dining room window, (now hotel dining room window.)

There is a room sized organ, beautiful grandfather clocks, modern bathrooms and closets and other innovations for the time, but I became fascinated by the door hinges.

Cupboards also had ‘hell for strong’ hinges. Quality and craftsmanship showed through out the house.

Flower basket light posts line every walkway, which we took to the only other building in town. The Castaway, Marina  Store, grill, public restrooms and patio over-looking the beautiful pleasure craft harbor.

My new camera allows a 180 degree scan of an area and pastes it together as one picture. I’m not sure how well I will like this feature, yet. The food at the grill was of good quality. I had a fish burrito and a local craft beer.  Jim had fish and chips. We can recommend both. On to Olga.

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Our good fortune to move about the country and graze through places you’ve never heard of  puts us in direct contact with some amazing craftsmanship. The ceiling decoration above is from Nottoway Plantation.

Exquisite beading turns these squaw belts into museum pieces. Western Heritage Museum, Colorado.

A stained glass window from Thomas Edison’s house.

I noticed hese bathroom sinks in a restaurant in Las Palomas, Mexico.

A floor tile from a church in St. Martinsville, LA.

A headstone from the West Point Cemetery, NY.

A door pull from the Louisiana State Capitol Building.

A table decoration from Nottoway Plantation.

Home baked goods on sale from the Independence Hall Quilters Show, Arnold, CA.  A show that is coming up this month the weekend of the 22nd, 23rd, and 24th at Kautz Vineyard.
People do look at you a bit strangely when you take pictures of some obviously common objects like doorknobs and floor tiles. If someone notices I just mumble, “blogger”… and kind of quietly go about my business. The truth is, I don’t do it for the blog, I do it because I see beauty in almost every raindrop and I hope that collecting pictures of them, besides giving me pleasure, honors craftsman who make beautiful the everyday object.
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We arrived at the gates of Yosemite via Hiway 120, quite early in the day. Even so, there was a line waiting to get in. This is considered the Manteca entrance, and it happens to be the entrance that takes you through the recent August fire of over 2,000 acres. Our local paper had plenty of criticism about a controlled burn at the height of the fire season. Pretty ugly and very damaging. In some areas stately old trees that didn’t burn outright are badly damaged and will most likely die. Once past the burn, the views just keep smacking you in the face. Every turn brings about a new rock face. If only pictures could do them justice. We opted for the Yosemite Valley knowing it would be the most crowded area of the park over the weekend. We stopped at practically every picture lookout and for me, the park has changed much since my last visit. Two lane, one way roads in and out. Parking areas with shuttle service to various areas. Guided tours if you want them. The changes are helpful and more sensitive to the ecosystems in the park. The changes were well done and positive in my opinion. The beauty is unchanged, of course. After many years absence it’s like seeing it for the first time and falling in love all over again. We climbed tumbled, car sized boulders  to get closer to Bridal Veil Falls. Even though its late in the season, it still has water. Bridal Veil had no water on Jim’s last visit in August of 2001. The Visitors Center film shows the falls gushing powerfully in winter. Yosemite in winter is probably a sight I’ll never see, nor the signature views at sunrise and sunset. I appreciated the film very much. We hiked from the parking lot to the various sights then shuttled to Ahwahnee Hotel. It knocks your socks off to stand in front of the hotel with glorious views of climbers above you on the granite face. We had lunch at the hotel and took pictures of the massive fireplaces, stained glass windows in Indian motiffs, the mural room, furniture, candle holders, an eighteen foot table, a dining room that seats 491 people. Mind boggling for its time, 1927. I asked the maitre d’ how much it would cost to build the hotel in today’s dollars? He said the original building cost 1.2 million, way over estimates. He told me an architect figured the cost of the dining room alone, in today’s dollars, would run 6 million. What a treasure. No wonder its a national monument. We hiked back to the parking lot and reluctantly said good bye for the day. We’ll return on Sunday for a day trip of the high country. I’ve included a picasa web album of my pictures at this address: The signal here is weak and my pictures, some from the car, are unedited. The morning was hazy and needed some subdued light and added contrast. No captions. Most people know half dome, El Capitan, Cathedral Rock,big meadow and other signature points. The fire, by the way, burned right up to Big Meadow.

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