John, those two pics were taken in the Carrizo Plain, less than an hour from where I live. Kind of cool, when the ocean is about 20 minutes from where I live and the southern Big Sur coast is about 40 minutes from where I live.
Only problem is, the Sierra Nevada, my true love, is about 3 hours away. :(
LOL Now that I look at it, those clouds do seem kind of wimpy compared to Texas sized clouds. Still, it got me to pining away. I grew up in Los Banos in the San Joaquin and we didn't get that many good cloud days.
My uncle has a texas sized ranch in of all places, Texas, and as a kid I use to go out in one of his pastures and lay down just to watch the clouds. Most of my family is from Texas.
I was prepared Munge: I was over at a customer's house,
washing their windows, when this swarm of bees buzzed by
and landed in the Joshua Tree next to the house.
I was lucky I had my Nikon in the truck.
I cut a big piece of window screen off one of the rolls I keep in my truck, and made a net for my head. I had gloves,
and I tucked my jeans into my socks, So I was pretty well protected. I was prepared to run though. The front door
to the house was about 20 feet from me, and my customer was waiting just inside the screen door, to open it fast for me
in case I had to BAIL!!!!
A Huge 24"x36" enlargement of that photo hangs on the wall
of that customer now.
Nope....wasn't a climber then. I left Los Banos when I was 18 and didn't go back. I have hiked all over that place though. One funny story happened there when I was 13. A friend and I were camping with his parents. We saw a place on a ridge we wanted to try and get to. We thought a shortcut would be to go through the brush. haha...boy were we wrong. Took us more then 2 hours to go less then a mile. We got scratched up and looked like a mess once we got out of it.
So what clues tell you meteorite, other than the fact that I have talked about meteorites before (ok, a lot)? What do you see that says meteorite? Why can't this be a thin-section from a terrestrial igneous rock?
Spectreman - love your fourth one!
Pate - luv the dandelions! And what did ya tell the second trout?
That you weren't gonna toss him back?
Munge- yours is very cool! Would like to see it framed a little differently.
Cyndie - that first one is super!
This one isn't a great pic but the ledge patterns are pretty unique for
Sierra granite I thought - some nondescript peak in Kings Canyon.
due to dial up, i can't see exactly what type of pics are showing up here...
i did see the first page ones, and the background patterns... but this last page is uploading really slow...
but i think this pic will fit in here:
though it is a bit blurry (think i have a better one, i will look for) but here it is... has a neat background, but not much of a pattern... think i have something more to that lines, too, but got to go find it...
well, here goes:
into the mirror... window is a reflection from across the room (behind my back) as i look into the mirror, trying to get the cat on my shoulder... :))
Thanks Reilly. At that point in time I was on the fence between Music and photography. I had my own B&W darkroom and loved the process. I really wasn't very good at photography though, just shot a lot and got lucky once in a while, so I went into music. Of course then I got hooked on climbing and that was the end of that.
I loved taking pics of those towers. You know those buildings shot up like weeds, they were built so fast. The north tower was finished in a span of four years between 1966 and 70. That means the basic structure went up in two. I lived on Staten Island then and saw them every day.
New York Harbor from the Staten Island Ferry, 1972.
there are many architects in nature
it is pleasing to become aware of their work as it is not displayed for our pleasure but deployed as an object of utility
and we seem to value abstraction of form and content
those common things around us providing material
the work of another being, the moisture of a cool fall morning, the distracted recognition of a form apparently floating in space where none should be
180mm x 2 (DX format 540mm), f8, 1/200 (ISO 400)
500mm (DX format 750 mm), f8, 1/800 (ISO 400) full crop
they're micro-faults, any rock type, and with very minute offset. type 1 just refers to grain-size reduction in the tiny little cutie of a fracture zone. these features generally increase in prevalence toward large-scale deformation (this one is in the eastern reef of the Swell, in the Wingate). it made me think of a crudely sutured wound-scar.
Augustus the Grand in the Reef
Camo color scheme belies the fact that this was not a desert dog - poor dude hadda wear little (ok, big) boots for the cacti
Paul Ross' "5.8" girdle traverse "A Mile and a Bit of Fun" starts just behind that yellow galoot of a dog's ear and crosses the sea of Navajo at mid-height.
this is excellent Sportsmobile terrain DMT. and the rack is always light on the front of the reef - not much in the way of reliable opportunities for placing it.
Not sure if there are any patterns here but the way that the lichens lit up after the New Year rains in the Mopah Range of the Turtle Mountains sure caught my eye. This was taken on the slopes of Umpah.
Repeat after me...Keep your head. Keep your head. Keep your head. Keep your head. Keep your head. Keep your head. Keep your head. Keep your head. Keep your head. You're out of it. Keep your head. Keep your head. Keep your head. Keep your head
So I was on the Big Island on business. I had a day to kill and went out to see some volcano action. Didn't make enough time to hike out to the active flows but I did inspect some of the younger ones the road cuts through. One such flow happened in the 70s some time.
I have to admit, I thought it looked like dog poop and I picked up a couple of pieces to take home to amuse my kids. I secreted them off the island in my suitcase.
Flying back to Honolulu I mentioned to my Hawaiian colleague that I had a couple of rocks in my luggage. She laughed uneasily and then when she saw my look, she got angry.
"Damnit! If I had known you had those rocks with me I'd have caught another flight." And she meant it too. She explained the goddess of the mountain did not like it and I needed to put them back. She warned me of the curse.
Now my kids, they were amused that I was 'older than rocks.' And for a while, for my amusement I had a small pile of what appeared to be dog sh#t in my rock garden haha.
"There's my Pop, older than rocks. (No! He really is older than rocks. THESE rocks!)"