Thursday, July 20, 2017

I'm a Grandpa!

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)...

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Monday, June 19, 2017

Northcliffe Cactus

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...



Sunday, May 28, 2017

Mt. Rainier

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:


Friday, May 12, 2017

Swell in the Swell



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.


There was a wide wash at the bottom of the cliff leading into this area.  But from Mexican Mountain road, we have yet found a good entrance into this wash.  I estimate about a mile hike from the road to the river and the beginning of the Black Box if we can find an entrance without a steep dropoff.  Next year...  We headed back to camp as a storm came up.


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...


Finally, a better shot of Saturday's sunset from Rod Daynes.  More of his photos can be seen at his website:  Swell Photographs.



Friday, April 28, 2017

Trump Joke

This joke is inspired by a T-shirt I bought at the Discovery Place Museum in Charlotte, NC.

How can Trump be so against science?  He's like an atom, he makes up everything!

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Beer, Baseball, and....Trees?

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...


Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Poe-Tree

I think that I shall never see 
A poem lovely as a tree. 

(from a walk in Irvine)


Sunday, March 5, 2017

Surf/Instro in Salt Lake


Over the weekend I was invited to a house party which featured a couple sets by Los Rifamos, a rare instro group in this city.  The band has actually been around a few years, with only occasional appearances (and my lack of awareness...  gotta get out more).  I discovered the group from their application to the Utah Arts Festival, a pleasant surprise after listening to about 8 million mediocre rock bands.

Los Rifamos play an instro style more laid back than the current near-punk intensity of today's surf music.  Well, with a lead guitarist using a Burns guitar, one can expect a sound closer to the Shadows and the Atlantics than Slacktone or the Surf Coasters.  (The group did do an opening set of garage band vocals of the louder, faster variety).  Here's to Hank Marvin!

Most tunes were originals, had a great deal of melodic content, and were quite enjoyable.  My only complaint might be the need to mix in a few more uptempo tunes in a live environment for today's instant gratification generation.

Here is a link to an iPhone movie I did of one song from their performance.

I enjoyed talking to the band members, sharing knowledge of musicans, music, and gear we had in common.  And the homebrew English ale was excellent!  Thanks to Grant and his friends for the great party.


Friday, January 27, 2017

A Political Post

Local reaction to the US coup...


And this says it all (thanks Larry and Prudence)...


Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Inversion Beauty

It's midwinter here, and high pressure is holding all the gunk in our valley.  A generally depressing time of year, and a health hazard as well.  But once in awhile, with the right light, the pollution can actually produce a bit of beauty, lethal that it may be.


Thursday, January 5, 2017

Only a Hobo, But One More Is Gone...

Steve Jones wasn't a hobo, but his emaciated and grizzled appearance would lead one to assume he was.  Steve and I started the Cosmic Aeroplane back in 1967.  After a few years, I would move on to other things, but Steve kept the shop open and was certainly the soul of the Cosmic.  Eventually new partners and investments would make the shop successful, at least until it's ultimate downfall.


I sort of lost track of Steve's activities after the Cosmic.  In the last year, however, I was able to help him with transportation from a local hospital.  He was facing some serious medical issues which added to his gaunt appearance.  In December, these issues finally defeated him.

Anyway, another friend now gone.  Not many of the old crew left.  Long Live the Cosmic!