Meet Melon, an 8 week old Corgi... He will chew, and tug, and battle anything. So funny to watch him run with those short legs. Did you know they used Corgis to herd cattle? Hard to believe, the breed is so small. But determined, I guess (check link to video)...
Monday, June 19, 2017
I have a fascination with cactus blooms. I've posted pictures many times of my cactus grove on 11th Avenue. Taking some cuts from those cactus, I planted the "shoots" up at Northcliffe at the big boulder. It's taken a few years, but now they bloom nicely. I just can't believe something from an arid desert environment and covered in spiky needles can produce such beautiful flowers...
Posted by Sherm Clow at 5:40:00 PM
Sunday, May 28, 2017
It's unusual to get a good view of Mt. Rainier in Washington. Usually clouds and rain obscure the mountain. We got lucky twice... flying into Seattle, I flew over a perfectly visible Mt. Rainier. Even more lucky was a beautiful Seattle day and this view from SeaTac, an iPhone shot by Lacey:
Posted by Sherm Clow at 5:52:00 PM
Friday, May 12, 2017
We just held the latest (52nd?) edition of our Cinco de Mayo celebration in the San Rafael desert. For the most part, the weather was great, but there was a lot of dust. However, a nice shower on Saturday night tamped down the dust and left us with a fine and mellow evening.
One goal this year was to spend some time on Saturday trying to locate the head of the Black Box. The San Rafael river spends most of its time near the surface, but at certain points in its wanderings, the river creates deep and narrow canyons, the Black Box and the Little Black Box. After hiking down some dubious roads to overlooks, we found one that gave us sight of the beginnings of the Black Box. Here is the river curving towards the Black Box:
And then the river begins to carve into the canyon. One can see the beginnings of the canyon walls.
On the way back, we found yet more evidence of an ancient alien presence:
The aftermath of Saturday's brief storm left us with a fine sunset around the old campfire:
On Sunday we held services for our old friend Tom Zeidler. He died a couple years ago, rather suddenly, and we lost our favorite bartender, amateur anthropologist, literary critic, and friend. Tom was also a fixture of the early Cinco years. His family contributed some of his ashes for us to release into the river...
Posted by Sherm Clow at 4:30:00 PM
Friday, April 28, 2017
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Inspired by my Poe-Tree post, the literary icon, Phil Rupp, provided this version honoring the opening of baseball season:
I think that I shall never hear
A poem lovely as a beer.
The brew the Camelot served on tap
With golden base and snowy cap.
The stuff I'd drink throughout the day
Until my memory went away.
Poems are made by fools, I fear
But more than Coors now grew good beer.
And thanks to Phil for the Camelot reference... ah, the memories...
Posted by Sherm Clow at 1:08:00 PM