Friday, August 30, 2019

Regional Haze


An administrator once told me the BLM had, years ago, created a committee to study "Regional Haze."

Outside the museum at the South Rim of Grand Canyon (on the walkway to the left of the entrance) there's an info board that puts some of the blame for visual occlusion on particulates from China. Getting ever worse since the early 1970s, it's now so bad it's hardly worth going to the place though sometimes in January, after a storm, the air clears and the views, though nothing like in the '60s, are better.

Though the museum's placard attributes the haze to smog, it covers the entire Southwest; it's common in Ajo, Arizona which is 337 miles (542 km) south and in the middle of the Sonoran desert. But Ajo is also just down the street from Gila Bend. On most days the air in Gila Bend is so saturated with the reek of nitrogen fertilizer it's unbreathable. Drawing from the Gila River, the area is, for nearly twenty miles east and west and for nearly half that distance north and south, subjected to intense agricultural use.





San Simon, on Interstate 10 about 12 miles west of the New Mexico border, has thousands of acres covered by pecan trees. Served mostly by subsurface irrigation, you can sometimes see HUGE amounts of water pouring from outlets into canals. The trees send it into the atmosphere at a rate that surely has inspired a few Ph.D.s (citation needed).

I'll not bother to mention the California Valley or the pecan and chili orchards in southern New Mexico. Let ALONE all the hay production throughout the southwest that revolves around livestock.

And the skiiiiiiiiies are CLOUDY all daayyyyyyyyy. (Remember the song: Home On the Range?)

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Mouse!

Searching for a lullaby, I chanced upon a reminder of  "Saturday morning tv." It aptly portrays a recent encounter.






Lying there at 3:00 a.m. -- delivering intermittent swats to the dash (from whence the sounds of gnawing came) --  I puzzled over when it'd come aboard. With dawn's break in rumination, I hied to the ACE (hardware) and got one of each.

No "Catch & release" stuff, I got a pair (you can't buy just one) of yea olde, wood-platformed models, two contemporary, upgraded versions with plastic bait holders and veeeerry slippery release mechanisms, and some eat-and-die (sucker!!) bait.  


After a fine-toothing removal of all crumbs-und-morsels from Phoebe's interior, I deployed the armaments. In less than ten minutes it was over. 

A monster! Not a rat, but definitely trophy-size.


With the arsenal stowed atop the roof, I'm ready. But I'm thinking of starting RENT A CAT?



Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Western Colorado Center For the Arts - Erin Holscher Almazan

The Center had several shows. Nothing knock yer socks off, but well worth the $3.00 entrance fee.

First up Ms. Erin Holscher Almazan. The ones I photographed were bounded on each side as shown in this first photo. The images were so bland I didn't bother. Curious about how/why they chose to hang them the way they did, I left a message for the Curator, but have yet to hear back.













































Monday, August 26, 2019

Patricia Kopatchinskaja - Youtube Videos


Cruising Youtube/music,  I came across Frau Patricia Kopatchinskaja (link to her website)  accompanying Ms. Anoushka Shankar, daughter of Ravi Shankar. (Ravi's 1966 release of  West Meets East was a collaboration with violinist Yehudi Menuhin.)






That led to this extraordinary performance. (The videographer should get an award!)



Link to Wiki article about Frau Kopatchinskaja.


And finally, this tidbit.


Ms. Pickett



Camped, as I was, just up the road from a small campground on the West Fork of the Dolores River,



and lacking a filter, I ventured in to inquire about potable. Barely had I passed the pay station when I espied Ms. Pickett rising to greet me.

Somehow we got on the subject of nomadicism and she proudly told of the past five years in her Toyota Tacoma with 4wd. The shell covered just the truck bed and barely gave room to sit up. Inside was a neatly arranged single bed, small Hindu(?) shrine and a box of books. There was so little "else" I could only marvel at her asceticism. But when she started to take off her shirt I couldn't help but comment, "I love it when women take their clothes off." Giving me a look that could've frozen anti-freeze, she unselfconsciously shared this beautiful art work.



She'd designed it based on several images of Hanumon.


Her glowing commentary on the Womens' RTR and Bob Wells leant additional credence (as if there was ANY doubt) to Bob's designation as the patron saint of nomads.

You just never know who you'll run into out there.

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Climate Change...mit Swiss Angst


Lukas Fierz, a retired neurologist, is married to Ms. Kopatchinskaja (link to her website). His latest blogpost is about Climate Change. I find it delightful that someone writes so expressively about something nobody (few, anyway) in this country gives ein Fruggen damn.


https://lukasfierz.blogspot.com/2019/08/call-spade-spade-its-holocaust-2.html


Iwnitially titled...mit Deutsche angst, Herr Fierz (see comment) set me straight. Thus, the change in title.

I apologize to Herr Fierz.

Saturday, August 24, 2019

Beth Williams - Calligrapher

I stopped in at the Mancos, Colorado co-op gallery and was struck by Beth Wheeler's calligraphy.

I've had my eye (I only have the right one left) out for someone to do a Thank You for Dr. Lin, the surgeon who refused to do a cornea transplant on my left and explained why, but accepted the job of fixing the cataract in my right.

I called Beth and we discussed the project. She became enthused and we made a deal.

Two by Ms. Zahava





http://paintedparrot.blogspot.com/2019/05/clouds-you-seem-to-be-you-by-zee-zahava.html

Friday, August 23, 2019

Neighbor



Out he'ar on the Western Slope tharz nary a bush nor shrub tuh hide behind; yuh kin see 'em commin' from a LOOOOONg wayz off; there's plenty of room.

So, I was like, TOTALLY taken aback when the truck with loooooong trailer parked less than 300 feet away. Annoyance brewing, I watched as he unloaded a single horse.

It wasn't even 9:00 a.m. !!!

I slipped into muh boatshoes, donned my hat and strode over.




Bidding him "Mornin'," I inquired about his intended length of stay. "Just goin' fer a ride." he said. I noted the rifle in its scabbard.

"Well," I said, "I come out here for the peace & quiet and don't care to have neighbors." I did my best "AboooOOUT FAACE!" and trundled back.

Ten minutes later he was pulling out.

"Wait!!" I yelled. "Are you leaving?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Why?"

"I don't want to piss you off."

"THANKS!" and I waved jovially.

Conjectures have it common sense is on the wane.

Aftertought is better than none.


Thursday, August 22, 2019

Discount Tire - Grand Junction, Colorado



My geology being minimal, all I know is it's pale, fractures into polyhedral slabs, some very thin, and takes no prisoners.  

Descending, I could feel the steering getting mushy. At the bottom, in the DOT area, I skipped my usual response -- Let's make coffee! -- and just did it, like brushing my teeth.




A loyal Discount Tire (American Tire in Idaho and other places up there) customer, I've ALWAYS bought their Certificates of road-hazard-protection (RHP). But noooooootttt last time...or so I discovered.

At just under $600.00, the buying experience was a bit traumatic, apparently enough that I just THOUGHT I'd gotten the RHPs. But I've enjoyed the increased traction of the Goodyear Wrangler Trailrunner ATs. 

I often wonder what prompts people to kindness. In this case, my adamance around having bought the RHPs and subsequent chagrin at discovering I HADN'T (sure enough, there on the receipt next to CERTIFICATES was a zero) may have had something to do with it. Maybe our buying history, which goes back decades (ahhhh, databases!), had some influence;  both the 2008 and 2015 Honda FITS have been "shod" by Discount. Still, I was surprised when they said it could be filed under the Manufacturer's Warranty.

There was some magic involved. I bought five certificates at $15.25 each to cover the three from the original purchase, one for the new tire and, I think, one for the one that died. The bill came to $82.92. The tire had to be ordered from Denver and is slated to arrive today; it seems I'm the only one still running fifteen-inch wheels. 

Although we usually buy from the store near us in Albuquerque, I bought the Trailrunners in Anthem, Arizona. Regardless of location, I've been impressed by the salesmens' (they're all men) knowledge and helpfulness. This time I looked 'em up online.

Bruce Halle, founder, alleged to be the wealthiest Arizonan, died last year (2018) at the age of 87. 


The description of his ethics is interesting; and though his politics don't jibe with mine, his customer-oriented attitude was the key to success...and happily, appears to be fully extant.

Thanks Justin and T.J. and, actually, to all at the North Avenue store.




Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Mein Vater war ein Wandersmann



Song for summer!






Das Blaue Blume - The Blue Flower -- which appears at 1:15 (in the video above)  -- is an element of German tradition and stands for desire, love, and the metaphysical striving for the infinite sublime.


I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track 
And as I go, I love to sing
My knapsack on my back
Val-deri, val-dera
Val-deri, val-dera
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha
Val-dera
My knapsack on my back
I love to wander by the stream 
That dances in the sun
So joyously it calls to me
Come join my happy song
Val-eri, val-dera
Val-deri, val-dera
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha
Val-era
Come join my happy song
I wave my hat to all I meet
And they wave back to me
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From ev'ry green wood tree
Val-eri, val-dera
Val-deri, val-dera
Val-deri, val-dera
Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die
Oh, may I always laugh and sing
Beneath god's clear blue sky
Val-eri, val-dera
Val-eri, val-dera
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha
val-dera
Beneath the clear blue sky
Beneath the clear blue sky

Source: LyricFind


From Wiki:



The Happy Wanderer" ("Der fröhliche Wanderer" or "Mein Vater war ein Wandersmann") is a popular song. The original text was written by Florenz Friedrich Sigismund (1788-1857).[1][2] The present tune was composed by Friedrich-Wilhelm Möller shortly after World War II. The work is often mistaken for a German folk song, but it is actually an original composition. His sister Edith Möller conducted a small amateur children's and youth choir in Schaumburg County, Northern Germany, internationally named Obernkirchen Children's Choir, in Germany named Schaumburger Märchensänger.[3] She adapted Sigismund's words for her choir.[1]


In 1953, a BBC radio broadcast of the choir's winning performance at the Llangollen International Musical Eisteddfod turned the song into an instant hit. On January 22, 1954, the song entered the UK singles chart and stayed on the chart—only a Top 12 at the time—for 26 non-consecutive weeks, peaking at Number 2 (for five consecutive weeks).
With the BBC's strong international influence "The Happy Wanderer" turned up everywhere, e.g., as the winning song of the 1955 calypso road-march season of the Trinidad Carnival. People protested after this event and complained that only calypsos should be chosen over foreign music.
The amateur choir, many of whose original members were war orphans, turned into an unlikely international phenomenon in the following years. The group performed on many international tours under the name Obernkirchen Children's Choir and recorded several albums. They made two appearances on The Ed Sullivan Show (November 29, 1964, and December 11, 1966).

Tuesday, August 20, 2019

IAA 2019 - Cities With A Future



IAA - Internationale Automobil-Ausstellung (International Automobile Exhibition) Frankfurt am Main September 12 to 22, 2019



This article on the IAA website discusses ideas about future mobility. The heartening aspect for us nomads is the projection that by 2050 70 percent of the global population will live in urban areas.
More room to play!!



Traffic congestion in Tel Aviv: an everyday phenomenon in many cities around the world. Credit: Unsplash, Jens Herrndorff





Monday, August 19, 2019

From *The Glass Bead Game*





  THE POEMS
OF KNECHT'S
STUDENT YEARS  


Stages

As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.


Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.


Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.



                                                                <3!      I love you.    <3!

Sunday, August 18, 2019

Tucked In



On her title Phoebe's color is listed as brown. Others have used the word gray. I call it wiemaraner. It almost matches the trunks of the junipers.



You'd think from looking at the road yer muddr's caddy could do it...and possibly so. But I used 4wd several times on the steep parts to lessen the chance of creating washboard.

It's been a nice spot...only one side-by-side in three days and very little flyover.




In the afternoon we visited the Cathedral Cliffs.









Saturday, August 17, 2019

Jozien









Dutch pronunciation: Yo-zeen. Southwest (Hispanic influence) pronunciation: Ho-see-en.

We met in summer of 2010. Enroute to say goodbye to a sweetheart in Alaska who was dying of cancer, a large sign on the highway said ART Lot 64. I made a Ueee and with naught but a glance at the subdivision map, drove to her house.

Over the following weeks our emails grew increasingly intimate. On my way back I stopped to linger. She showed me the beauty of the area, a wilderness that included 2:00 a.m. visits from wolves (they reminded me of prankster teens: "Let's go howl outside his door."), swans flying up/over the Takhini River (where I camped) and sidelong glances from European hikers (the mens' lingered) who chanced upon us en flagrante on the beach of Lake Kusawa.

Dutch, she's one of the most fearless and adventurous women I've known. An artist, she shared an interest in beauty and the figure.



Recently I began an email message with:

I read about this guy in WSJ Magazine. He does nice work don't you think?


http://www.mikaeljansson.com


She rejoined with:

hi, good to hear from you!
How are you!
Maybe this is a hint for me to send you a picture...i will look today:) and oldie from ...i forgot his name...am i starting to be more forgetful?, probably.


(I got tired of waiting and decided to post the one below -- taken by her husband
.)

Kelsall Lake, British Columbia
Article in What's Up Yukon by Jozien







But yes  very beautiful work indeed, is it a magazine?  I love his action women, also some nudity even, that is good.
only.....did you notice that is only very young, some look 14 , only women and only slender bodies, probably also with mostly firm good sized boobs.
sigh. not very good Michael no matter if he is indeed very talented. a loss really for society. if we only want to portray such image in beauty.
beauty can be so much more.

he how are  the women in your life, i mean the relationships. I don't think i wrote back yet about the groceries. of course (here she had her husband's name which I deleted) and I might have discrepancies in that department, but we stick together despite of it, And the groceries do get done.

In your blog i don't always get a picture of what you are up to, but i can understand the vagueness. 




By way of explanation: We'd had a discussion about bears in which she pointed out that bears are bears and they should not be blamed for being themselves. The end result was the aphorism: Do not blame the bear.

So then, after her comments about the stereotypical depiction of beauty I wrote:


Yes, this is fashion photography. It is like any art...not a depiction of the "norm."

But do you not see the irony of YOU, who have the body nearly every woman envies, saying these are only young and with large breasts? Society has always defined beauty, but it is tragic that people compare themselves and feel inadequate...rather than simply admiring those who have the attributes. As we ALL know, beauty is MUCH more than mere appearance. But it is unfortunate that we have so much difficulty seeing and appreciating our own, individual beauty.

Do not blame the bear. ; - 

XXXXOOOOXXX



And finally:

AttachmentsJun 26, 2019,
lol, i know i do have a certain body, and certainly not typical facial features... and i know it has always been tempting for me to show myself in a way that...appeals to what i think many women envy, or men like to look at... but i have attempted for sure to show myself also in less what i think attractive ways.
but i think all people  are,  maybe secretly, quite happy to have there features. I do believe in the fact that in the end most of us will come to the conclusion, that being stuck in our bodies, we want to be stuck right then and there, just as we are.
Ask your girlfriends, if they would want to trait with me or anybody else for that matter, i think they all say, no i rather be me. And how about you?

And i stick to my point, that due to artists like this, we struggle with our self image.

Am i one of those artist unwittingly...i hope not

J. xoxox  



Friday, August 16, 2019

Canyon Pintado

It's hotter than blue blazes. The roads are riven with gullies. There be LIONS und tigre und all manner of perverts along the waysides...

my kinda place.



Her iPhone 8 (I think that's what it is) takes better pictures than a digital Nikon she had a few years ago. My little Sony (some day I must give it a mane & tail) has a wide range of capabilities for $130.00 but.....oh well.


Amble




Camp




...and there be nighthawks.

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Hep Cats





A bit of nightmare while we're waiting for something to happen....



Minnie the Moocher






A Contemporary Performance







Brothers Moving: Minnie the Moocher
Behind the Busk



Tuesday, August 13, 2019

White Cliffs of Jensen

Stopping to note GPS coordinates, I recognized the sign.







I recollected adding it to my PLACES TO GO file, but had no idea I was here. The light was so different! (And, of course, with fading memory, everything is new!)


To the North





South




It's futile trying to capture the grandeur. But maybe, just maybe, they'll be sufficient to jog the fading faculty.

Monday, August 12, 2019

Dinosaur National Monument (DNM)




The fog that now covers the Southwest provides some respite from the heat. But it's no longer a dry heat.



The Yampa River doing its thang....





When the fog clears (there's still a hint), the ability to create shade comes into play.



Phoebe - 230,000+ miles (370,149 km)
Goodyear Wrangler Trail Runner AT tires*



The yellow and black checkered, flannel-lined sleeping bag was a $10.00 find at the Animal Humane Thrift Store in Sun Valley, Idaho.  It looked brand new and though it takes up as much room as a cat (well, maybe not quite that much), it's a superb insulator.






* When Eggbert  retired he was running Cooper Weathermaster ST/2 snow tires. They worked well, but with 4wd I wanted something a little more substantial. I'm mainly in and around rock and these have performed well. I have yet to test them in sand, but last year I was surprised to learn how much deeper you can get yourself in when you "air down."

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Beans, Beans, Good For the Heart

Raised on beef tartare, escargot, lobster, chocolate-covered ants and fried grasshoppers, I can consume just about anything. And anyone who's seen me knows I haven't missed a meal in decades. But I was looking forward to the (exotic) cans of chili (Dennison's; Nalley's) I'd bought as end-of-the-trip rations for my descent into Dino Natl Monument.

Not any more!!

Fortunately, it's the OPEN THE WINDOWS!! time of year. But even with the Merry Breezes I chose to deploy the 12-volt fan.

So much for THAT experiment. We'll stick with Top Ramen and rice in the future. 

SHEESH!

Saturday, August 10, 2019

Gnats!

In perusing Michael R. Kelsey's Non-Technical Canyon Hiking Guide to the Colorado Plateau, I noted that even he complains about the gnats.

As they say in the South, it needs to be taunt.





After years of testing, I "set" one side, holding it with magnets from Walmart, then pull the other side over until it's snug. That seems to thwart their ability to 'queeze under.


The net is the Mombasa Double from REI.








As with condoms, a little room around the head works.




The camo-yarmulke look. Quite dashing, don'chew tink?

(He ain't got his 'spenderz on. You know whut dat meanz?)

Thursday, August 8, 2019

The Inspiring...One Hot Mess

Sometimes (I have yet to understand how this works) when someone stops by the blog their URL shows up in the "Stats." The other day One Hot Mess came through and, out of curiosity, I went to see. In leafing through I came across this one for July 5th of this year. It's the last paragraph that, as an olde, tired man, gives me hope. Perhaps it'll give you some too.


Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Home is Where You Stand - Pico Iyer

His last sentence is where I've come to.


Where is Home?




I "liked" this comment...


The only thing I'm a bit worried about when it comes to this kind of Utopian "We're all one!" type stuff is that all the different cultures, traditions etc. will be lost. At that point there will never be a single reason to ever travel again. Why would you bother if it's all just a bland mix of everything? I enjoy seeing French culture in France, Norwegian culture in Norway, Japanese culture in Japan, Vietnamese culture in Vietnam, Kenyan culture in Kenya, Peruvian culture in Peru etc. Losing them would be tragic in my opinion, and I fear that this "homeless" kind of people he's talking about would lead to that. If there's no longer anyone calling themselves Scottish or Moroccan then there's no Scottish or Moroccan culture left. I don't see how that could possibly be a good thing. :(

Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Blue Mountain Ascension

If you're in the Vernal area, I recommend The McConkie Ranch petroglyphs. The trail is a bit rougher than yer average dimensionally-challenged may want to undertake, but I thot it worth it. That said, I wasn't motivated to see The Three Kings. They ask a donation of $5.00 per group.

The ascension of Blue Mountain Road offered, to me, a more satisfying experience. Starting about half way it's 4wd low and in 1st gear with an occasional bit allowing an upshift to 2nd.

I stopped around 5:00 p.m. to just watch. That's Split Mountain in the center. The Green River flows through it.




No doubt there're (vernacular: there's) millions of better photos online.



Sunday, August 4, 2019

The Glass Bead Game

I'm rereading The Glass Bead Game by Hermann Hesse. In the Introduction there's mention of Andre Gide's praise. From Wiki I learned...

An inspiration for writers such as Albert Camus and Jean-Paul Sartre, Gide received the Nobel for Literature in 1947. His obituary in The New York Times described him as "France's greatest contemporary man of letters" and "judged the greatest French writer of this century by the literary cognoscenti."[1]

But THIS stuck out...

"Each volume that Gide wrote was intended to challenge itself, what had preceded it, and what could conceivably follow it. This characteristic, according to Daniel Moutote in his Cahiers de AndrĂ© Gide essay, is what makes Gide's work 'essentially modern': the 'perpetual renewal of the values by which one lives.'"[27] Gide wrote in his Journal in 1930: "The only drama that really interests me and that I should always be willing to depict anew, is the debate of the individual with whatever keeps him from being authentic, with whatever is opposed to his integrity, to his integration. Most often the obstacle is within him. And all the rest is merely accidental."

Of course, having surmounted the obstacles, one can comfortably retire to one's car.


This too, about Dorothy Bussy.

Friday, August 2, 2019

Canyon Camp



I avoid camping in canyons. The high-water mark on the tree at right is above my sleeping platform.






But the location!!!





The Scouts' protective fence, installed in '95, correlates with the dates of some New Zealander's inscriptions. One can surmise the defacements stem from the same mentality that leaves Bud cans & bottles lying about.







A Lefty, no doubt.







A proclivity for mutton.






Eagles' Effort







The Full Monty





Shrimpy lizard?





Well-endowed







And finally, back at camp...



The Illumination of the Tool