Postcard from Levi Stadium

Yesterday, Peyton Manning broke the all-time record for number of touchdown passes thrown in a career. Sadly he did it against my favorite team, the San Francisco 49ers. I took this photo of him, the Bronco offense, and the 49er defense, at the pre-season game in Levi Stadium in August. A couple of plays after this photo, he threw a touchdown pass.

I’ve always admired Peyton Manning as a football player and a human being. He is one of the greatest players ever to play the game and is a quality human who takes the time to acknowledge people. You never see him exploded at reporters and is always willing to sign autographs. He is a true gentleman off the field and a competitive player on. 

I am delighted he broke Bret Favre’s record, but I wish he had done it against another team.

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Postcard from Sonoma

This photo was taken in the garage area at the Sonoma Raceway. I was there for the annual three day Indy Car event. As I mentioned in my blog of September 2, one can pay extra and wander around the garage area and meet the drivers, pit crews, and see the cars close-up. Not many sports allow you to get this close to the participants.

Here you see the cars lined up in their starting order. Shortly after this shot was taken, the cars were driven from here to the track and placed on the starting grid and the race got underway.

These cars are not the regular Indy cars, but rather the Pro Mazda series cars. There are actually four classes of Indy cars…first, of course, are the Indy cars themselves, followed by the Indy Light cars, then the Pro Mazda cars, and finally the USFS 2000 cars.

The cars become bigger and more powerful as you move up the ladder. Most drivers of the big Indy cars started in the smaller cars and worked their way up the ladder. Each class has their own races throughout the race year with the points winner at the end of the year automatically qualifying for the next level up. There are no hard and fast rules about drivers moving up the ladder. All it takes is a racing team willing to take a driver on.

Car sponsors are a huge deal. It takes millions of dollars to race these cars. There is the car itself, the driver, the pit crew, the equipment and more, even for the smaller cars. The sponsors have their names plastered all over the cars…quite normal for all kinds of auto racing, as you may have noticed.

All I know is that I had fun for two days at this race and went crazy with my camera. I loved this shot of the cars all lined up, ready to race. I also got lucky with a great mix of colors…especially the front car whose colors just jump out at you. More car photos in the future.  

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Postcard from San Francisco

Real estate in San Francisco is expensive…and limited. The city lies at the narrow end of a 50 mile long peninsula surround by the Pacific Ocean to the west and San Francisco Bay to the east. Therefore building a large horizontal suburban-style shopping mall is not feasible. So shopping centers here must be vertical. 

What you see here is part of the nine-story, 1.25 million square feet Westfield San Francisco Centre located on Market Street, right across from the Powell Street cable car turnaround…a perfect location. You might say Powell and Market is the very heart of San Francisco…easily reachable by public transportation (you don’t even have to leave the BART Station to enter the center). The anchor tenants here are Nordstrom's and Bloomingdale’s.

I took this photo with my iPhone, looking straight up from the 2nd floor. I have always advised you to look down as well as straight ahead when looking for photos. Now, you can add looking up to that list.

As a young boy, my grandmother used to take me shopping on this very spot. At the time, it was occupied by the Emporium. That store stood here since the 1860’s…it even survived the 1906 earthquake (but not the fire). It grew and expanded into a very large and elegant department store. Sometime, and I don’t know when, a dome was added (not the one you see here) and became a San Francisco landmark. I remember staring up at it when I was a little boy in the 1950’s.

Sadly, the emporium officially closed in 1996. To make a complex history short, the store was gutted and renovated and became part of the Westfield Centre, with only the front of the old Emporium and the dome saved. (Click here and you can see an amazing photo of how the dome was saved). I was glad to know that part of San Francisco’s legacy (and mine) was saved.

The Centre is one of the most beautiful and elegant shopping centers in the world. There are over 200 stores and services located about the 9 story complex. Several of the escalators in the store are curved, the first ever installed in the world. Its well worth a visit just so you can look up see this view.

Postcard from Glacier National Park

Chasing Waterfalls

We go through life
Seeking to save our souls.
Like rushing rivers
Over waterfalls.

Days like our waves
Go rolling by fast
Over rock and stone
To be free of the past.

And soon we reach the coast
As our wandering ends.
Swirling in our wake at most
Amid family and friends.

We return back to our home
From a simple rain of drops,
A mighty river rages on
Until reaching ocean it finally stops.

by Aztlanquill

Digital Painting by J.R. Corkrum

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Postcard from Santa Clara

A funny thing happened on my way to the 49er game. The bus dropped me off two blocks from the new 49er digs (AKA Levi Stadium). As I walked to the stadium, I passed the Santa Clara Convention Center and was immediately drawn to the site of these pyramids atop the structure.

Never one to pass interesting architectural elements…and having my really good camera with me, I stopped for a few minutes to see what I could compose for a good photo. This was my favorite shot...cropped and turned into black and white.

As you may have noticed over the years, I usually do architectural photography in black and white. Color distracts the eye from the interesting elements that make up the photos…i.e. lines, balance, and harmony, to name a couple. And, coincidentally, its those same elements that make for interesting architecture.

As I composed and shot the building from different angles, a whole lot of football fans passed me by as they walked to the stadium. They may have thought I was a bit of a loon. Whatever! But I soon joined them and all my eccentricity was forgiven as we headed for an afternoon of sun, fun and frivolity following our favorite team in their brand new stadium.

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Postcard from San Francisco

After last night’s thumping of the Pittsburgh Pirates (8-0) by the San Francisco Giants in a one-game playoff, it seems only appropriate that I publish this photo of AT&T Park and McCovey Cove.

For those of you unfamiliar with baseball, Willy McCovey was the most famous first baseman ever to play with the Giants. He is in the Baseball Hall of Fame and was one of the most prolific home run hitters in the history of the game. It was only proper that this small inlet behind the stadium would be named after him. It takes one heck of a blast to hit a home run out of the stadium and into the cove…and McCovey could drive a ball a long, long way. He is credited for hitting the longest home run ever at Candlestick Park in 1966.

On game day, when the Giants are in town, fans can rent kayaks to sit in the cove and wait for a home run ball. Although there were far more kayaks in the water when Barry Bonds was playing, people still do it in hopes of getting a ball and getting on TV.

The Giants keep track of “Splash” home runs on a special scoreboard in right field…although they only keep track of Giant home runs. Right now, the count is at 67. One week after I took this photo, I was at a White Sox/Giants game and saw Adam Dunn hit a home run into the cove. Of course, it didn’t go up on the splash scoreboard as he played for the White Sox.

I actually took this photo when the Giants were on the road. My friend Hardy Miller and I drove over to The City and took a tour of the Giant’s home ballpark, which is only offered when the Giants are not in town. I couldn’t help compare this tour in my mind with the tour I took of Wrigley Field a few years ago. 

While AT&T opened in the year 2000, the first game in Wrigley was played 100 years ago. While Wrigley celebrates all those years of history in both baseball and football, AT&T celebrates mostly the history of the Giants in San Francisco (they moved from New York and the Polo Grounds in 1958).

If one is a Giants fan (as I am since I lived in the Bay Area when the Giants moved here), there is a ton of memories to be seen here, the majority of which took place at Candlestick. Sadly, many of the great Giants memorabilia is in an area that most Giants fans at the ball park cannot see. 

Other things I saw on the tour was the press box, views from the upper deck, Tony Bennett’s box, and the visitor’s club house. I also saw stadium personnel set up the stadium for a music concert set for the next night. Interesting.

I enjoyed this day and was glad I was able to share it with my old friend Hardy Miller, another diehard Giants fan. PS: After the tour, we walked a block to have lunch at a sports bar appropriately named, “The Polo Grounds.”

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Postcard from the Cascades

The River Flows

The river flows quiet and swift
It twists and turns as the waters drift
It branches and breaks—its fingers entwine
It grows and grows—snakes like a vine.

The river with the soft scent of a calm day
With the smell of clean—hanging—still—in the grey
And sweetness carried on the breath of morning
It caresses the river—the waters flowing.

The river—crystalline from winter melt
And sweet with the summer soon felt
It tastes of springtime—the season between
And flows the river—so blue and clean.

The river—its lazy trickle of water
The musical rhythm—the ocean’s daughter
It whispers and murmurs—a song of its own
Playing over and over—in continuous drone.

The river—so clear and cool
The water flows—the color like a jewel
Its soft arms embrace the shore
The river surging from the days before.

The river flows quiet and swift
It twists and turns as the waters drift
It branches and breaks—its fingers in twine
It grows and grows—snakes like a vine.

Kailey Jennings

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Postcard from Olympic National Park

I call this photo, “A Deer Trying to Save the Planet.” Cute name, don’t you think? I shot it up on Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park. For those who don’t know, Olympic Nation Park is on the Washington State Olympic Peninsula, west of Seattle.

Its such an interesting place as it encompasses beaches along the ocean all the way up into the Olympic Mountain Range. This photo was taken at about 5,200 feet.

Because so many people visit the area, the deer are not afraid of people and will let you get close for photographs. But, I would not recommend any petting. Hurricane Ridge offers a magnificent view of the Olympic Mountains…but as the name implies, this place can get very, very windy. Also snow in July is not unknown.

The park itself is a wonder of nature. The west side of the mountains is mainly beautiful beaches and rain forests. That side gets about 150” of rain per year…the most rain in the continental US. The east side gets considerable less rain…one area northeast of the park gets only 16” per year. The east side features a plethora of old growth forests, mainly consisting of Sitka Spruce trees.

The day I was up here there were plenty of deer wandering around the large grassy fields. I photographed several of them, but this one was by far the most interesting.

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Postcard from Oxford

I am back home in Tucson after a road trip that covered seven states and well over 3,000 grinding miles. I am still recovering from all that, but eventually you will see some of the best photos from this trip. I had a great time and did a lot.

This image is from a trip a few years ago to Great Britain. It is the Oxford Museum of Natural History…a fascinating place that would take several visits to take it all in. As you can see from the picture, there are several skeletons from prehistoric animals spread all over the place…including a T-Rex that you can see off to the right (I shot a close-up of the T-Rex and showed it to you two years ago in this blog).

Actually this very large structure also houses another museum…The Pitt River Museum. Its hard to tell where one museum ends and the other begins as the only way to get to Pitt River is through the Natural History Museum. Pitt River is actually the name of a British explorer who collected thousand of  archaeological and anthropological artifacts from all over the world. The collection now counts over 500,000 artifacts, donated by travelers, scholars and missionaries. And that does not include the exhibits in the Natural History Museum.

Actually, it was the architecture of this building that inspired me to take this shot. You just don’t see this kind of architectural design in America. It was built in 1861 and would be classified as Neo Gothic architecture. The ornamentation of the stonework and iron pillars incorporate natural forms such as leaves and branches, combining the Pre-Raphaelite style with the scientific role of the building. In that vein, statues of eminent men of science stand around the ground floor of the court…from Aristotle and Bacon through to Darwin and Linnaeus.

By the way, if you are bothered by clutter, be forewarned that both museums hold a lot of stuff. Otherwise it is well worth a visit.

Postcard from Sonoma

When I was a young boy, I used to sit out on the patio on Memorial Day and listen to the Indy 500 on the radio. It was a tradition with me…and still is. Now, of course, I watch it on TV. I am not a big racing fan, but I never miss the Indy 500. It is just something special.

Last weekend, after a wait of over 60 years, I attended my very first live Indy Car race…at the Sonoma Raceway here in Northern California. It is not an oval track like Indy, but rather a 2.3 mile road course.

Unlike football, basketball, baseball, hockey, or any other sport you might name, one gets to get up close and personal with drivers and their cars, not to mention pit crews, car owners, and some of the great legends of Indy car racing. I got to see legends like Johnny Rutherford and Mario Andretti and several more as they wandered around the garage area. I met a couple of current drivers and look inside their racing machines. It was all very interesting, and yes, exciting.

It was a two day event with some racing and qualifying on Saturday and the big race on Sunday. I will save some of the details for later blogs.

I was with my friend Dave from Wenatchee and his good friend Pete who flew in from Wisconsin for this race. They stayed with me in Walnut Creek and, in exchange for room and board, paid my way into the race track. Both are avid Indy car fans and they brought me up to speed on the fine points of Indy car racing. Thank God I had them as my guides.

A friend of Pete’s advised us to sit at turn 2 as we would be able to see a lot of action there and still be able to see about 2/3 of the road course…and he was right. We also found one of the few viewing spots on the track that had a couple of shade trees so we were able to escape the wrath of the August sun. 

We sat there for both days except for the qualifying trials on Sat where we sat in the main grandstand just above Pit Row. I won’t go into details, but the qualifying rounds were as exciting as the race on Sunday. It is all about strategy, not to mention speed.

On Sunday, after surviving the earthquake and the inevitable road closures, the race track, which is only a few miles from the quake’s epicenter, was deemed safe for racing. We were able to get our seat in the shade so all was good.

If you ever watch auto racing of any kind, you know that the most dangerous and exciting time of the race is when the race officially starts after a couple of warm-up laps. The cars get up to full speed and try to jockey for better position. That was especially true this day. I had my camera ready aimed at turns one and two and just kept continuously shooting away. And true to form, there was a huge melee of cars touching each other, going off the track into the dirt and spinning out. That is what you see in this photo as the cars come out of turn 2.

Fortunately, all the cars were able to get back on the track and continue the race. And an exciting race it was, especially the last 10 laps. Three of the lead cars figured their gas wrong and had to pit, putting them out of contention. One car who was leading the race, ran out of gas in site of the finish line and finished 14th. Three other cars ran out of gas after crossing the finish line…two stopped right in front of me.

Bottom line was I enjoyed myself thoroughly and hope I can do it again next year. I will have a few more pictures of this race event for you in the near future.

PS: I am going on an extended road trip and will not be able to do another blog until I get back to Tucson in a couple of weeks. So, don’t give up on me.

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Postcard from Santa Clara

Yes, I know you have not heard from me in a while. There is a good reason for that…I am on vacation up in Northern California again and I am having a great time. I’ve been to several events and had visits from old and new friends. But not to worry, I have many new photos and stories to tell.

Take for instance this photo: it is the new Levi Stadium in Santa Clara in the heart of Silicon Valley. I was here to help inaugurate the new home of the San Francisco 49ers. This was the first football game played here and let me tell you, as an avid 49er fan since early childhood, this game was a stinker…the Niners lost 34-0 to the Denver Broncos. But at least I got to see Peyton Manning drive his team down the field for a touchdown and the game was preseason anyway.

Forgetting all that, Levi Stadium is terrific…much better than Candlestick Park, the last home of the 49ers…may it rest in peace. I explored the park with my camera before the game and was impressed with all the facilities. My seat was on the 20 yard line about 8 rows up from the field. So I got a good look at a lot of action, including the Peyton Manning touchdown. My seat was like an office chair…nicely padded on the bottom and very comfortable. If you ever go there for a day game, be aware the sun is shining on the entire stadium so bring sun block.

My journey to the stadium was even more interesting than the game. After exploring all the transportation alternatives, I decided to go via Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART) to Fremont…then onto a bus provided by Valley Transit (VTA) to the stadium.

The journey started easily enough. From Walnut Creek, I traveled to the MacArthur Street Station in Oakland where I changed trains to the Fremont Line. Then it got interesting…as we travelled along in a tunnel under Oakland, the train came to a stop. Then it started and stopped a few times before the driver came on the PA and announced the train was having mechanical problems.

He then shut down all electrical systems on the train to restart, leaving us passengers in darkness for a few minutes. Apparently the restart didn’t do the job. Finally he got the train started forward then came to a complete stop again. This was repeated over and over until we crawled into another station. The driver then announced the brakes had gone out and we all had to leave the train.

Fortunately, another Fremont train came along in a few minutes and we all hopped on it. From then on, the journey was easy. We made it to Fremont only a little bit late. And as promised, the buses were waiting there to take us to Levi Stadium. For the cost of $1, I boarded the bus and found the driver had provided donuts for all of us. So I grabbed a donut and a seat and waited for the bus to leave for the stadium.

It surprised me that no standing room only passengers were allowed on board. Turns out that is forbidden on a bus when it uses a freeway. Cool! I ate my donut and in only about 25 minutes we arrived a block or so from Levi Stadium.

After the game, the buses were waiting for us across the street from where they left us. I gave them my dollar and sat down. No donuts on the return trip. Traffic was surprisingly light on the freeway, but by the end of the game, most people had left, so no traffic snarls. I stayed till the bitter end to see if the 49ers would score at least one touchdown at the end, but Denver stopped them at the 1 yard line as time expired.

The rest of the trip was a piece of cake. In an hour I was back at the Walnut Creek station. Anyone who drives to the stadium is nuts. A long drive, with the inevitable traffic jam and $40 for parking. Forget it. My way was better.

What a day! But I have had other adventures here including an earthquake, a Giants game, and a weekend of Indy Car racing. Stay tuned for more stories and photos.

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Postcard from Walla Walla

The House On Lombardy Lane

It was my time of life, so vivid in my mind
A time of impressions so clear and deep
My time to move and find the home
The home and house to suit our style
My family only with impressions to gain
From the house that sat on Lombardy Lane!

The street so great in style and grace
Not a real street but one called a lane
The house with class and style kept my wants
Alive with anticipation; oh but to live there
Gave me the boost of desire and gain,
If only to live in the house on Lombardy Lane!

My friends were eager for that move
And family so true, brothers and sisters
Ready to venture in a residence so great
We were eager for the place of dreams
Then adapt to ways most suitable to reign
In the classy house on Lombardy Lane!

But the dreams soon faded away to another
House but farther away, though great and large
To bring my dreams in another way,
Bringing to me friends anew and many
Adding qualities of life that still remain
But losing a chance for the house on Lombardy Lane!

Larry B. Stell

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Postcard from Red Canyon

Red Canyon is not a National Park, nor even a National Monument. But it is part of the Dixie National Forest in Southern Utah. If you think it looks a lot like Bryce Canyon National Park, its because it is located in the same general vicinity…Bryce is but a mere 10 miles away.

In fact if you are driving to Bryce from the West, you will pass right through Red Canyon. Make sure you stop at the Visitor’s Center, right on Highway 12. It is worth it, trust me. If you can stay a day or two and explore the trails, you will run into scenes like this one. There is a great campground there with campsites tucked away among the amazing rock formations.

I took this on the trail to Castro Canyon. If you think this looks like a road more than a trail…well it is, sort of. One of the fun things about Red Canyon is they allow all terrain vehicles (ATV) to roam at will throughout the area. In fact, it was shortly after I took this photo that a caravan of 8 or 9 three-wheeled ATV’s passed me on this very trail. I would love to go back there sometime and rent one and explore deeper into these canyons.

Red Canyon is just one part of magnificent scenery that encompasses Southeastern Utah. Highway 12 may be one of the most beautiful highways in all of the US. If you have the time, you should drive the whole highway from Red Canyon to where it ends at Capital Reef National Park. And definitely bring a camera with lots of storage space for photos.

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Postcard from Northeastern Washington

If you have followed this blog for any length of time, you may have noticed that I enjoy creating digital paintings of broken down pickups and larger trucks. Well, here is another one…done in the Japanese Moku Hanga style.

My fascination with these old trucks started up in Northeastern Washington, a sparsely populated corner of the state near both the Idaho and Canadian borders. There are a few small towns here and there, but once you head north on highway 25 out of Davenport, the flat plains fall away and you enter some beautiful hills and mountain country.

This is also where you find most of the old trucks you have seen here in previous blogs. Sometimes I think there are more old abandoned trucks and cars up here than people. You find them in junk yards, in fields, sitting by the side of the road, and, in one case, under an apple tree.

No matter where I find these old trucks, they often make great subjects for paintings and sketches. Some of these paintings sold quite well when I was on the road doing art shows. I remember one show up in Montana where I sold out of every old truck print in every size.

Besides discovering old abandoned vehicles, there is much more to see and do up here in this far flung corner of America. Just outside the city of Republic, there is the Stonerose Fossil Site where you pay a small fee and quarry for 50 million year old fossils including shells, insects, fish, leaves and twigs, and bird feathers…and you get to keep them. I still have a small collection of ancient fossils I dug up on my visit.

Just barely south of Canada, we discovered China Bend Winery hidden away in the lush mountain greenery one finds that far north. I was surprised at the high quality of their wine being that the area is subject to some pretty severe winters. But the owner did his homework and found the right wine grapes that would not only survive, but thrive in these conditions. Trust me, their wines are delicious. 

And if old barns are your thing, there are plenty of them to see. Some are standing and some are not necessarily standing up straight. I photographed several of those, to be sure.

This part of Washington is a great place to get away from people and everyday city life. You can probably leave most of your electronic devices behind as there is little connectivity up here. We are talking about a return to the stone age…but a really beautiful stone age.

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Postcard from San Francisco

 

The Ferry Building Conspiracy

by John Carney

Again, they were at the Piers,
The Game Pigeons,
Clustered about in thick groups,
Knowing no order,
Yet only the ceaseless hunger for dissonance,
As, again, the great crowds bustled along the thoroughfare,
Gaming them with the Food of Disorder.

Some clustered about the Ferry Building,
Which had been renamed by some,
“The Gaming Palace,”
Where the mad were known only by the wise and the wary,
To game the crowds with voice tricks and acoustical wonders of the same,
Without the immediate knowledge of that unfortunate gathering.

There, against the backdrop of the background chatter,
The Voice Artists plied their wares,
Vending madness for free to those would hear their sales “pitch.”
To feed the pigeons the same Pomegranate Seeds,
Persephone devoured in Her folly of love.

Madness had taken on a new lover,
And cavorted endlessly about the wharves,
In that City by The Bay,
Whose Voice was never at rest.

There, if you would, you can find out what you’re “hearing,”
At the Devil’s Playground,
Where the Mad make merry with one another,
For the sake of the same.
Every seeking glory from those who have none,
And yet finding none save in the moment’s vanity,
Elusive as the moment’s passing,
And fleeting as a glance in Eternity’s Mirror.

As they pass one another along the walkway,
They trade barbs of reference,
To see who “controls” who;
To find out who is “talking to “who.”

“The Gaming Palace” is filled with busy, thronging mobs,
Blissfully unaware of who’s “talking” to them.

An unofficial act had come to town,
And the Voice Throwers had just arrived from the local madhouse,
To entertain the crowd.

The problem was:
They would never find out how entertained they were,
Until they, too, had arrived at the madhouse,
Lacking the company of the same for their trouble.
And bereft of the extra baggage of their sanity.

 

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Postcard from the Grand Canyon

I remember this day pretty well. It was my first day at the Grand Canyon North Rim. I had been to the South Rim 3 times before but never this side. In many ways, the North Rim is quite different. First, it is over 1,000 feet higher.

When you drive to the South Rim, you are in high desert country. But the approach to the North Rim is through lovely forested country. And while the South Rim is almost always open for tourists, the north side is shut down in the winter because of heavy snows. What a difference a thousand feet makes.

And while the actual distance from the South Rim to the North Rim is only a mile or so across, the driving distance from the south to the north is 212 miles. On this day, I drove there from Flagstaff, a distance of 207 miles. So I didn’t arrive until mid-afternoon.

First thing I did was take a walk to orient myself to this new place. It is quite different as there are only a couple of view points on the North Rim, while the South Rim has several places to stop to see different aspects of this magnificent National Park. I should mention there are a couple of long, severe dirt roads leading to other viewpoints on the north side, but I decided not to put my van through that torture. 

Towards sunset I took a hike out to Bright Angel Point. The wind was fierce that day, but the views were well worth it. Beautiful clouds filled the sky while the colors of the canyon were made bright by the late afternoon sun. Sadly, towards sunset, the clouds blocked the sun most of the time…but occasionally it poked through and I got some good photos, some of which have been shown here before.

On the way back, I passed this and a few other amazing trees in sunset light. I think this photo turned out well. One must always remember that even though you may be in one of the most magnificent and majestic places on this planet, always keep your eyes open for the small things, like a solitary tree at sunset. Those photos can be as beautiful as the ones you took of the sweeping vistas.  

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Postcard from Central Oregon

Take a guess…how many covered bridges are there in Orgeon? 10, 20, or 30? Wrong! The answer is 50 covered bridges. Surprised? I sure was when I first learned about them. Oregon has more covered bridges than any state west of the Mississippi.

While certainly being nostalgic and beautiful, covering the bridges serves a real purpose. Back in the early 20th century, bridges built as river crossings were designed using Douglas Fir. Two world wars made steel in short supply. And with an abundance of forests in the state, Douglas Fir was the natural choice.

A wooden bridge was covered to keep the huge truss timbers dry. A covered bridge could last 80 years or more, while an uncovered one would deteriorate in about nine years! That is a big difference. 

Covered bridges are no longer built as steel and other materials are plentiful. But, of course, no one wants to lose the old covered ones. So the are kept in good working order as they are still perfectly for what they do and they are definitely tourist attractions. Oregon passed legislation back in 1987 to provide funds to keep these nostalgic bridges up and running. Hooray for them.

The bridge here is called the Goodpasture Bridge. Located in Lane County, east of Eugene, it is the second longest covered bridge in the state and one of the most popular for tourists with cameras. It was named for Benjamin Franklin Goodpasture, a pioneer farmer who had settled near the bridge site…a great name for a farmer!

It was built in 1938 at a total cost of $13,154. In 1987 Lane County spent $750,000 to restore it (inflation is a bitch!). It crosses the McKenzie River, 2 miles west of the community of Vida. If you are ever in Central Oregon, you can easily find brochures that lay out a route for seeing some or all of the bridge sites in Lane County. They have 17 of them. That is what I did…visiting 6 of them on my tour before continuing my journey east on the McKenzie Pass Highway.

PS: If you ever do it, bring your camera.

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Postcard from Tumacácori

This photo is of Mission San José de Tumacácori, now part of Tumacácori National Historical Park. It is about 45 miles south of Tucson and 15-20 miles north of the Mexican border. Its sits just off of Interstate 19.

On this visit late in the afternoon, I got lucky with the light and shadows. The trees all over the park cast some great shadows on the various nearby structures. Happily, there were trees right by the old mission and I was able to capture this image. 

The mission itself was founded by Father Eusebio Kino in 1691, with the mission itself being completed in the 18th century. It was the first mission in Southern Arizona and was built to convert the local Native American tribes to Christianity.

Around 1860, it was repeatedly attacked by the Apache Tribe and was finally abandoned.  Restoration and stabilization efforts began in 1908 when the site was declared Tumacácori National Monument by President Theodore Roosevelt. In 1990 it became part of the new Tumacácori National Historical Park.

Postcard from Morro Beach

Nearly two years ago, I showed you a very nice photo I took at sunset on Morro Beach. I said at the time it was the only decent sunset photo from my time there. I lied…but, not intentionally. While recently perusing through my photos of that time, I came across this gem. Don’t know how I missed it…but here it is. This is definitely the only other decent sunset photo I took during my short visit there…I swear!

I missed it because I took it from a distance. I had to do quite a bit of cropping to get it to this size. Thank God for cameras with lots and lots of pixels.

Two years ago, I mentioned that Morro Beach was a fabulous beach for walking, or sunbathing, or bikini watching. But for landscape photography, it is less than desirable. It is just a boring long beach. But I suspect true beach lovers vastly outnumber landscape photographers. So it goes…

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Postcard from the Northern Cascades

The Lone Pine

By B. P. Avery

SWAY thy top, thou ancient pine—

  Warrior of the storm commanding!

Lone upon the mountain standing,

Whom no ivy’s arms entwine.

Melancholy souls like mine,
      

  ’Neath thy shadow passing slow,

Love to hear thy plaintive moan;

  ’Tis an echo of the woe

Found in human breasts alone.

Mournfully amid the ruins
       

  Of thy fellows standest thou,

Like a column of some temple

Living but in story now;

All around it, wildly scattered,

Fallen walls and pillars shattered.
   

Softly sighing through thy branches

  Sounds the wind, with fall and swell;

Now retreats, and now advances,

  Rousing fancy with its spell,

Like the melody that chances
      

  On the ear from distant bell,

Or the murmur that entrances

  Of the tinted sea-side shell.

Lo! musing on thy loneliness,

  Thy brethren seem again to rise;
      

On every hand a wilderness

  Shuts out the prospect of the skies.

’Tis verdure all, and deepest shade, no sound

Disturbs the thoughtful silence, save

A murmur such as rolls through Ocean cave,
       

And rustling of dry leaves upon the ground.

But while I listen with an awe profound,

A glance dispels the visionary wood—

A single tree remains where late ten thousand stood.

 

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