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neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Feb 14, 2013 - 04:56pm PT
hey there say, brian.... also, say, you can just find a cheap frame at the thrift stores, really... some can be pretty neat and a lots cheeper/cheaper... :)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 14, 2013 - 05:21pm PT
That's cheaper,no question.

A little cheeper told me son
It's still a bargain if I do
Buy another frame or two
For the inflated price of one.

Credit: mouse from merced
Q.E.D. Why settle for just one?

You can't take that sort of economy to the woods, Dad. I thought we'd discussed that.



Cosmiccragsman

Trad climber
AKA Dwain, from Apple Valley, Ca. and Vegas!
Feb 14, 2013 - 08:14pm PT
BEAUTIFUL Painting, Neebee!
neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Feb 15, 2013 - 12:04am PT
hey there say, cosmic...and mouse...

thank you...

here is a view of it with a frame edging and at tad more light...
might help the details?? how a bit ...


Credit: neebee

right under his dad, is the garden of all the hearts/heart flowers and one
spade, for the queen, in his 'shoot the moon' collection..
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Feb 15, 2013 - 06:13am PT
flames AWAY

RT? Your guess is as good, if not better, than mine.

RollingThunder


mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 15, 2013 - 10:21am PT
Function and style are fitted perfectly together: This antique chimney is a Flames container of sorts. The house is located on a corner of Merced's Courthouse Park and houses a very large family.
Credit: mouse from merced
All lawyered up, too.
Morse, Morse, and Morse only gets worse and worse, it would seem--one of them is Merced County's District Attorney, who is fair and open-minded, not a man to be judged by his cover, were he a book.
Late afternoon light, the shadow of a branch limned across the face of...
Late afternoon light, the shadow of a branch limned across the face of the bivy ledge, but they pressed on...
Credit: mouse from merced
This looks like its an easy chimney.
Credit: mouse from merced
And it is, at first. It sucks you in until you arrive at the cornices.
Carefully negotiating the double cornice, the exhausted climbers bid t...
Carefully negotiating the double cornice, the exhausted climbers bid their Anglicized adieus to the demon chimney.
Credit: mouse from merced

Function and style and wisdom and experience all created an antidote to an old shopping complaint, which is helpful in some climbing sits.
Credit: GI
It helps, when you back off this climb, to place the paper sack over your head. It's on a public thoroughfare, after all.

Me, I go over there at night and just hang. The older I get, the less bold I become until it seems almost all experience is like drinking de-caf coffee. Why bother? It's why you see so much of me here, practicing my typing.

Function and Style is/are open twenty-four and seven and are wishing you a very fine day.

Credit: GI


The Hands of Time Shoplifted My Memory

Critical thinking coupled with
Casual observation show that
Comparison shopping days are over, suckers!
Just toss it in the bag and go, go, go!
There's no time to worry over pennies
Just to try ro save some dough.

Those were roses, by the way,
Which you just rushed past, f*#kers,
But didn't sniff,
just sniffed at.
And those were the days, so fine:
All gone too fast
Compared to now,
When all you have is a little bit of memory
And lots and tons and gobs
And hours and days and even weeks (sigh) of empty time.


Make great memories for yourselves.
No one else can or will.
Tell us all of Jack and Jill
How they came falling down the hill
And try to set those tales to rhyme.



neebee

Social climber
calif/texas
Feb 15, 2013 - 10:46am PT
hey there say, mouse....

oh yes!! i must agree! ... when my kids were little they DID want to climb these, too!!


(course, well, so did i, but figured i'd best stick with trees) :)


love them ol' old chimneys... good memoies, too, from old houses here in, of recent, that had them...

*the few we saw, were in calif.. and then the older rougher looking ones, were from a few old farm houses, in south texas...

thanks for the share...
happy good day, as i get back to work, around here.... :)
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 15, 2013 - 11:47am PT
I must say your picture of your painting is better by far

IN COMPARISON TO

the picture I took of the picture you painted.

Sometimes clarity suffers in comparison.

Vision tunnels.

Samenesses are expected and differences are high-lighted.

As long as we are talking of apples, oranges, bananas, and chimneys, let's have us a sacrifice! Let's all give up what foods we really can't stand for Lent, now it's Lent, speaking of Lent.

mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 16, 2013 - 04:34pm PT
Post card from Santa Cruz, California
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
This is the first side.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 16, 2013 - 04:39pm PT
The second side.
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
I recall a drive into the San Lorenzo, Gypsy.

Dolores and I and you and Randy.

There were some awfully large steelhead in those pools up there.

It is a mighty strong memory, the fish so huge in that small a space.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 16, 2013 - 11:16pm PT
Accompanied by an awful racket, the crows fight for space.
Accompanied by an awful racket, the crows fight for space.
Credit: mouse from merced
My town's ranking in polls was a topic once. I felt a need to defend the place when I saw the comments. It can indeed be a shititty place to live.

http://articles.latimes.com/1999/sep/24/news/mn-13489
http://articles.latimes.com/1999/

I used to ride to the college along the trees on M St. on my bike back in the nineties when this flock was just taking hold. Had to be careful at night, for sure, when they'd all roosted. They are not around any longer.

Now, years later;, I live in the Tioga, home to hundreds of pigeons, the descendants of European Rock Doves. Didn't know that?

And the park two blocks away is loaded up with crows at night. The problem is that the town has lots and lots of trees and the surrounding area is relatively barren of roosting possibilities, I suppose.
The pigeons are just there, like cockroaches.
The pigeons are just there, like cockroaches.
Credit: mouse from merced


zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Feb 17, 2013 - 03:02pm PT


Take all those little pieces of chips that are too small to dip with. Pour 'em into a bowl. Cover them up with the salsa above. Stir it up. Slap on a heavy layer of sour cream. Eat them like cereal with a spoon.

Wash down with a couple of those Sierra Nevada Torpedo Extra IPA's.

You'll live at least long enough to collect medicare and social security.

If you were married for more than ten years, then whose social security to collect becomes an issue. If you're gonna live till 90 (I certainly will) then it makes sense to defer collecting your own till age 70 and collect your share of the ex-wife's. For all you twotimers out there, sorry you can only collect on one.

Gotta run and get bucket to get the baby some beer.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 17, 2013 - 05:29pm PT
http://likethedew.com/2009/07/31/bald-mountains-another-unique-endangered-southern-treasure/

I packed a pair of saddlebags and threaded the stock lock through the staple on the post door and clicked it fast and left a not. Be back shortly. Time was measured differently back then.

We set out on horseback up the trail to the Lizard Bald. Claire led. And all the way, I watched her hair fall against her back and admired the way it caught the light and shifted with the movements of her horse over the raggedness of the trail. The passway was full of rocks and went tacking up the mountain and we crossed the creek a dozen times. The leaves on the trees hung heavy and dark on the limbs from all the moisture. The whole world smelled like pulling a mossy smooth stone up from a creekbed and inhaling its fragrance. Toward midday the sky was like blue cloth faded nearly white from many washings, not a cloud in sight from horizon to horizon. By afternoon it rained out of black clouds like pouring piss from a boot, a common simile the tenor of which I have never understood. And afterward it was so foggy in the woods that you could hardly see your horse's ears ahead of you. Then the sun began setting, casting yellow and red beams through breaking clouds. Twilight went on for such a great while that you began to suspect night might not fall at all. If there was a time of year to be young and roaming the mountains, this was it.

We reached the bald at moonrise and built a small fire. We had decided not to cook and ate only water crackers with soft cheese and hot-pepper jelly. And four new peaches that Claire contributed, which we ate out of our hands like apples, fuzzy skin and yellow flesh both. And then we lay in a nest of quilts in the long grass and watched the Green Corn Moon ride slowly across the luminous arc of sky, looking so much bigger and softer than any of the winter moons that you could hardly believe it was the same orb. The horses grazed in the distance with the dew dark on their backs. I remember, sometime before dawn, Claire shrugging from the blankets all naked, her bare shoulders and tapered back blue in the moonlight, the tall grass silver and fallen over in long heavy skeins like a woman's hair. She wandered out to take in the view and came back under the blankets shivering, dew-wet all down her legs. We lay talking all night together until the first color of morning, and then we slept an hour or two, and when we awoke, everthing below was a white ocean of fog. We boiled coffee atop one of only a few sunlit islands. And then the fog lifted out of the valleys and the folded world revealed itself and went on as far as the limits of sight permitted.
--Thirteen Moons

Jane Bald.
Jane Bald.
Credit: GI
Roan Mountains, NC.
Roan Mountains, NC.
Credit: GI
Roan Mountains, NC.
Roan Mountains, NC.
Credit: GI
Hump Mtn., NC.
Hump Mtn., NC.
Credit: GI
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 18, 2013 - 08:00pm PT
Meanwhile, back in Merced.
Henry DuPertuis' work.
Henry DuPertuis' work.
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Arbor Gallery is closed Monday. These are in the window adjacent to the Multicultural Arts Center/Arbor Gallery. Henry DuPertuis is a much-respected architect and artist in town.

There is an exhibit, concerning RED, which I've not seen yet, in the Arbor Gallery...

These are trees surrounding the Federal Building on 18th St. which I've always liked. They came with the building, I guess.
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced

And across the street, some tilework I've shown before, just not the detail.
Rotten Log, Arches, possibly.
Rotten Log, Arches, possibly.
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Credit: mouse from merced
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Feb 19, 2013 - 09:19am PT
Yeah them steelhead; but that had to be pre-1980 and I doubt they run like that anymore...
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Feb 19, 2013 - 10:07am PT
Nice passage, Mouse. Peggy Lou was my Claire on our mountain adventures...minus the horses.
Credit: throwpie
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Topic Author's Reply - Feb 19, 2013 - 10:08am PT
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soquel_Demonstration_State_Forest
http://www.flyfishingspecialties.com/fishingdb/sanlorenzo/_sanlorenzo/00000001.htm
throwpie

Trad climber
Berkeley
Feb 19, 2013 - 10:12am PT
Credit: throwpie
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Feb 19, 2013 - 11:15am PT
My friend Daniel and I took a hike into the fog at Graveyard Fields of...
My friend Daniel and I took a hike into the fog at Graveyard Fields off the Blue Ridge Parkway.
Credit: Gypsy


Meanwhile back in North Carolina for my own visual of the fog near a "bald".
Gypsy

Social climber
NC
Feb 19, 2013 - 04:20pm PT
Credit: Gypsy

Daniel
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