Thursday, May 14, 2009

Robi


Happy.

Friday, April 03, 2009

Daylight Again


Into the light


Imagine the litter boxes...


I've felt like this before...


Retrospect

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Saturday, October 18, 2008

Manzanar

Over the years, I've had many an occasion to drive the length of the Owens Valley stretch of US Highway 395. While I'd always admired the scenery and geographic diversity of the region, the highway and its surroundings were always 'a means to an end', if you will. A conduit.
On my last trip up 395, I made a purposeful stop along the way. At Manzanar.
I had read about it as a child and knew it's significance and place in American and, more notably, Japanese-American history. I had always been disturbed by it's purpose and presence. To spare a history essay... to me it stood as a reminder of man's inhumanity to man.

While there's not much to see at the current Manzanar 'Historical Landmark', what's important is what isn't seen. But rather what is felt or even sensed.
There is a stark and awesome feeling to the place. If you take the time to travel to the 'back' of the square mile monument, you come across the cemetery and it's obelisk.
Amongst the stark high desert landscape, dry wind, towering mountains and eerie silence... I was humbled and touched.




Mt. Williamson (14,381') stands sentinel




It reads:
"Monument to console the souls of the dead."




Those who would pay homage to Manzanar's dead attach origami to
posts surrounding the obelisk.




Coins are also left in tribute and honor.




Infants were not untouched by hate.




Testament.




It reads:
"Erected by the Manzanar Japanese, August 1943."


mountains turn to dust
wind becomes still and silent
ere these souls forget

G. Wilson

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Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Athletics...

I've always been a fan.
I, myself, have toed the line and know the pain, joy, nadirs and zeniths that are part and parcel of this thing we label sport. To be trite, it is agony and ecstasy. Life.
For me... not so much for the high dollar 'ball-sports'. Indeed, those folks have paid their dues to compete at a national and lucrative level. They've practiced long and hard at a skill. And some endurance. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a huge fan of: both Footballs, Baseball, Motor sports, Hockey, you name it. Being partial, I gladly throw track and field into my elite camp.
But, for me, the account is not level. The pain bank for the 'ball sports' has not been paid it's due deposit. Not even close.
Give it a try. Get on the bike sitting in your garage and go ride 60 miles in 3 hours. I dare you.
Then, put boxers throwing punches at you every 200 meters for those miles. Then try to win.
And that's just a regional or continental race. World class race? Multiply it. By much.
I digress. Another big race this weekend. The Manhattan Beach Grand Prix is a revered race.
The VKitties did just fine.



Jen 'wheels' Wilson gets a call up (like a pre-event ovation) to the line.




She's been racing well over the last couple of seasons. Call up is good.




JW and Liz Hatch patrolling the pack. Sensible.









Lizzer takin' care of VanderKitten bizzer. Team patroling.
Nobody seems to want to cut this gal some slack... but she is a top flight racer.
She is becoming a great student of the game. Don't let the pretty face fool you.
She takes care of team business when it needs to be done.
Motor. Strong. Fierce.
Now that gets the job done.
Strong, baby.







Then, there's Melissa. Wow.
Uber composed. Uber fit. Uber fast.
And my fave part is just how Zen-like she approaches life.
I'm beginning to take lessons.

Vanderkitten is figuring it out.

Vanderkitten is just starting to gel. Make no mistake.

To quote Ted "Theodore" Logan... "Strange things are afoot at the Circle K...".

That is a quote I don't take lightly.

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Friday, June 20, 2008

Don't call it a TV Dinner...



And don't you dare call it a frozen enchilada meal.

No. This, my friends, is a Mexican Style Fiesta.
It says so right on the box.
And, just in case I was worried about not getting enough for dinner...
It's over 1 LB. OF FOOD.
It says so right on the box.
So there you have it. A party... nay, a fiesta will occur in 40 minutes.
And I am glad.
Because I'm a hungry man.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

That's the Spirit...


Photo: Kathleen King

Big race. Gonna represent.
Serious competition, but why not have some fun.
I love the spirit this sport brings to the table.

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Friday, April 25, 2008

Say Hi to Emma...



This is Emma. What a cutie pie.
I hear she's all grown up now.
I just love these moments.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

A Bole of Sisters...



Late morning walk. Central Oregon in October.
It's crisp. It's clear. I can't capture a landscape photo worth a damn.
But I saw a great old tree. And it afforded me a great view through a 'Y' in it's bole.
Why not? It was lovely. And a chipmunk was nibbling at my shoes.
Doesn't get much sweeter than that.

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Friday, April 04, 2008

How proud am I?

Yup, the gal got a call up for a Pro type ride at one of the biggest races this side of the pond...
Redlands, baybee.
Vanderkitten racing is looking to make a mark on the domestic circuit. So happy to be racing for the upstart kids on the block. So thankful that they would look to provide my local gal with a kit in which to ride one of the premiere races on the NRC circuit.


I was at work and found out there was a live web-broadcast of the start...
Managed to hit alt-printscreen in time.


Woohoo!!! A TT! and uphill at that! Not Wheels' forte, to say the least. But, you gotta give it a whirl if you're gonna race for the next three days...
Proud I am, indeed, with today's Prologue/Stage .5 results.
My gal shaved a clean 39 seconds off of last year's time. Woot. Better than last year and better placed.
Mara Abbott (High Road), stud(ette) that she is, killed theTT with a win, but I'm jazzed to say that VK placed a couple of riders well within 2 minutes from the lead and then the rest of the group within 2.75 minutes. Heck, the whole VK team lies in the top 2/3 mark of the peloton. Consistency.
Nice.
"Merde" to the VKs that venture forth on today's first road stage at Redland's Bicycle Classic.
Kick some Kitten ass.

Proud, I am. Proud of all the female racers. Proud of the non-pro gals that show up to play with the 'big gals' of the sport.
Gals that have day jobs pitting themselves tooth-and-nail against those that get paid to ride a bike.... The fact that they bring any game at all is aces in my book. Pure aces. Pocket rockets.
That just kicks ass.


More to come on this year's Redlands Classic Stage Race.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

An old flame...




...well, almost. I had one just like her over
twenty years ago. We had to part ways.
Then, along came Sabrina. We fell in love.
Ain't she purdy?

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Real Cycling...



It seems, sometimes, that professional cycling is all about glitz and glamour.
The fact is, these riders, men and women, hang it all out there on the course.
It's real life and it's hard.

photo: Tim Ferreira

Womb of Existentialism...



Just ran across this old slide scan.
My first thought was... Wow. That's sweet. Mom and Pops livin' the gig.
That's me in there.
And I still think henways, lime green tops with vertical stripes, background yuccas and poorly framed family gathering photos are cool.
Timeless.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

My buddy gets married



My best buddy in the world gets married.
I was in the wedding party but had my camera at the ready.
I think I got a good one.

Peace and Love to J & K.

Down Mexico Way






About a year ago, we found ourselves near the California/Mexico border.
It was a lovely spot. The sky was massive that evening.
Boulevard, CA

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Of late...



Apollo calls it a day.
The Santa Monica mountains, Calabasas, CA



Canis chillius
A chilly dog before breakfast? Yes, indeed!
Shy on a cold Oregon morning.
Photo: Jennifer Wilson




Passive predation. Sap trap presents a sticky situation.



Nymphalis californica





Vertebra.




Apollo calls it another day.
Interstate 5, somewhere south of Redding, CA




Thank you and good night.

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Friday, October 19, 2007

Repose, Redux



Yeah, it's been a while since my last post.
I'm leaving for the big O (Oregon, that is) in a couple of days... should provide some good photo postage. So stay tuned...
In the meantime, I'll leave ya with an image with vintage.

This image was captured about 30 seconds after "Repose, Unposed" (see earlier post).
Ribald? Debatable. Art? Possibly. Beautiful? I say yes.
But that's just me...

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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Clark County Tre-dux

From desert oases to valleys of fire to backyard gardens...
I still find that it's the minutia, normally overlooked, that captures my eye.




Barely larger than a dime, this little fellow unexpectedly landed on my erstwhile subject.
Good luck, indeed.




Like quicksilver... or a blister in the sun?
Actually, it was a lonely drop of pine sap on a rock.




Almost liquid.




I'll take mine... rocks, with a twist.




...like regulars, the boys bellied up to the bar.




Another heavy drinker.




What ABCs.




Coccinellidae




Ant on infant pine shoot...



...with a side of yucca.




Bring a canteen. And a camera.




I think so, too.


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