Thursday, May 14, 2009
Friday, April 03, 2009
Daylight Again
Into the light
Imagine the litter boxes...
I've felt like this before...
Retrospect
Labels: LACMA, Page Museum
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Manzanar
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
Labels: Japanese internment camp, Manzanar, obelisk, Owens Valley, Sierra Nevada
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Athletics...
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.
Labels: "jennifer wilson", jen wilson, liz hatch, manhattan beach grand prix, mbgp, melissa sanborn, vanderkitten
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.
Labels: "jennifer wilson", cycling, redlands, vanderkitten
Friday, April 25, 2008
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.
Labels: bend, oregon, photography, sisters, tumalo
Friday, April 04, 2008
How proud am I?
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
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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.
Labels: "jindo dog", butterfly, calabasas, jindo, photography, sap, skeleton, sunset, tumalo
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...
Labels: art, photography, sleeping
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Clark County Tre-dux
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.
Labels: "corn creek", "floyd lamb", "ladybird beetle", "macro photography", "valley of fire", desert, insect, ladybug, macro, nevada