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.