October 3, 2015
“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”
Sir Edward Bulwer-Lytton
So, I’m not sure about the night, but the day was certainly dark and stormy. And the scene lies not in London, but in Utah, as we drove south on the I-15 freeway back home after spending a few days visiting family. It was just before sunset as the clouds parted and the rain ceased. On the east side of the road we could see derelict barns and old wooden structures in decay from years of neglect. Lynn, my ever faithful wife, directed me to take the next exit and, knowing better than to disagree, I followed her directive. We ended up on the main road of Kanosh, exploring. The above photo might have been taken in the neighboring town of Meadow, but we prefer to say it was taken in Kanosh. We justify ourselves by agreeing there was no discernible demarcation between the two towns, Kanosh melding into Meadow and Meadow to Kanosh.
I took almost 200 photos that afternoon. The sky was perfect as were the decaying wooden barns and cabins and rusty vehicles that we found. We did return once but the place holds no magic without an ominous sky!
I was just waiting for the right time to post this image, one of my favorites shot on Memorial Day weekend last month. I was waiting for a word prompt from someone, anyone. But no one was very helpful. So, I decided, why wait?
We were at the Riverside Memorial Cemetery at March Air Force Base and right next door was the March Field Air Museum. Just unbelievable, the array of planes and helicopters, about 60 in all.
This, if I’m not mistaken, is the Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress.
March Field Air Museum
May 27, 2017
“Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings ever to soar….”
The Air Force Song
Words and Music by Captain Robert Crawford
East Channel Bridge
May 14, 2012
The photo above is of the East Channel Bridge in the Fabyan Forest Preserve in Geneva IL. It leads to the Japanese Tea Garden, originally designed in 1910 by Japanese landscape architect Taro Otsuka as a private garden for George and Nelle Fabyan. The Garden is open to the public for strolling on Wednesday and Sunday afternoons, May through mid-October. We were there in May but on a Monday when the garden was closed. I was able to get a photo of it, though.
Japanese Tea Garden
May 14, 2012
San Diego CA
January 31, 2015
This may be sacrilegious of me- after all, I was a contributor to Monochromia for several years- but I do not like black and white photos as a rule, just as I dislike images of flowers and pets. I find black and white very difficult to do well. The world is seen in color. End of discussion. And yet, when done well, black and white can heighten detail and mood. Now, I’m not saying the above is done well, but I do like it. And isn’t that what art is all about?
“I don’t know if it’s art, but I know that I like it!
Ruins of the original
Mission San Juan Capistrano CA
May 20, 2017
What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? No one in my family was much of a traveler and, therefore, neither was I. Lynn traveled all over Europe and wants to show me some of the places she has been. But when I discovered original documents from when my grandparents and Uncle landed at Ellis Island, and read that they emigrated from Fontanarosa in Italy, I decided that would be the first place we visit! Lynn agreed.
How often do you get a haircut? Once a month. There’s not much there but it grows quickly. OK, a little secret. No one knows except for Lynn. I am bald but have worn a hairpiece since about 1985 or 6. I can’t wait to finally shave my head and be done with it all. But while I still work I’d feel funny doing it and coming into work the next day totally bald.
In regards to puzzle what’s your choice: jigsaw, crossword, word search or numeric puzzles? I used to love doing the New York Times crossword puzzle every Sunday when I lived in New York. I would continue it throughout the week during my commute. I don’t know that I ever finished one!
How many cities have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities. OK, lets see. There’s Brooklyn NY where I was born. Then after that, different areas of the San Fernando Valley in Southern California. I went to college in San Francisco and lived there for 7 years, then Hollywood for about two years, then Long Beach NY and now Las Vegas.
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? We went to Mission Viejo for a piano recital this weekend and I’m grateful that there were only about 35 students who played. Kids who ranged in age from about 7 to about 15. Mercifully, it was only 2 hours long. Next weekend I have all to myself. Lynn’s driving out to visit some people in California for the day and I plan to stay home and relax. Let’s see if that actually happens!
Thanks, as always, Cee!
Well, I was finally able to get Lynn to pose for a photo. She insisted on keeping her sunglasses and coat on and I had to shoot from a distance. But here she is, my wife, my muse, the little woman, my better half, my spouse, my mate, my consort, my woman, my helpmate, my bride.
Goblin Valley UT
May 8 2016
October 29, 2011
How many times can you post photos taken in the same place? As far as I’m concerned, as many times as you like. And considering that there is so much to see in Nelson, I’ll be posting a lot more. This image was first seen here on September 29, 2014 and, though my intention was to process it anew from scratch, I like this version way too much to alter it.
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
The occasion was a political demonstration called Occupy Wall Street way back on October 15, 2011. Anybody remember the good old days when we took to the streets to protest?
Did it do us one damn bit of good?
Will it this time?
For What It’s Worth
Lyrics by Stephen Stills
One of the first times out exploring together, Lynn and I got lost looking for the Desert National Wildlife Refuge at Corn Creek. When we stopped at a gas station for directions, the kid behind the counter directed us to Cold Creek, saying it was a much more interesting place. So we took his advice. The turn off to Cold Creek is marked by the Southern Desert Correctional Center (read Prison). And just about two miles up from there is the High Desert State Prison. I’m not sure why we need two separate prisons so close together on the same road but, about ten miles further southwest of the second prison, we came across a small herd of wild horses. We’ve been back several times over the years. The two prisons are still there. So are the horses.
“Wild wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Wild wild horses we’ll ride them someday”
Keith Richards, Mick Jagger
Both photos taken April 2, 2011
New York Public Library
December 15, 2015
Our flight was to take off for New York from Las Vegas around 10 pm, if I remember correctly. Due to a belligerent, and probably drunk, passenger on the arriving flight, we were not able to board until 3 in the morning, which has absolutely nothing to do with this photo. We were lucky enough to be staying with friends who lived on Fifth Avenue and 36th Street at the time. The public library was just up the avenue between 40th and 42nd Streets.
I loved this library. And I didn’t even see any books!