Archive for June, 2014
I was trying to take a picture of this iris by Mammoth Creek today when I heard splashing and was treated to the unexpected sight of
Venus Rising from the Waves Rory Bounding up the Creek. Too bad I wasn’t taking video, but I punched the red button enough to give you an idea.
Such a goofball.
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This was a moment in which early LBD really rose above.
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Hipsterhood, ta da!
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I see Classic Alice, L7, LBD, Kissing in the rain, Adventures of Peter and Wendy, Emma Approved, Jules and Monty. Does anyone know what the other three are?
In the first row, the middle one is Adult Wednesday Addams, ep. 5 (a show I haven’t watched, but it’s in super-good company here, so I’m thinking I probably should).
And on the righthand side of the first row, that’s Yulin’s I Didn’t Write This, ep. 2, with Sean’s unforgettable reading of Auden’s “As I Walked Out One Evening.”
One to go…
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Heh. I know an offspring that would probably relate to this.
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Rory approves. On his only previous visit there was snow everywhere, but he seems to recognize the condo regardless.
With apologies to my descendants for all the carbon dioxide I added to the atmosphere in getting here.
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First view of Ritter and Banner Peaks, Crowley Lake, and Mammoth Mountain, with the green church on the right.
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Past Bishop (home of Northern Inyo Hospital, where I first became a dad) and on to the Sherwin Grade. We start climbing pretty fast now. Elevation: 5,000 ft.
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Olancha to Big Pine. Lava flows, a desiccated Owens Valley, the turnoff for the ancient Bristlecone Pine forest, and the result of my dutiful sorting through Linda’s sweet tarts while she drives: purple and pink _only_; the low incidence of these in the package is clearly a conspiracy meant to frustrate her.
Meanwhile, non-sweet-tart eater me will suffer under the burden of having to eat all the oranges, blues, and greens. My spousal duty.
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Most of these photos courtesy of Linda, since I was driving.
For my Aussie followers (or those anywhere without ready access to firearms), welcome to the land of the free, where we make sure you know where hundreds of guns are available (A: closer than they appear).
Next, a wide-angle shot of my beak and the ginormous windmills outside Mojave, a super cool sedimentary formation at Red Rock Canyon, and the 17-mile (ish) straight-as-ruler section of 395 that leads north from there.
A fossilized creek bed, where a pyroclastic flow from an upstream volcano filled a sinuous channel, hardened, and had a few eons of erosion leave it sticking above the surrounding desert.
Next up: Little Lake, more vulcanism in the form of an awesome cinder cone, our traditional junk-food stop at Coso Junction, and a funky beehive building complete with dinosaur.
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This is not a tasty gummy sweet but a Jewel Caterpillar found in Amazon Rainforest. They are covered with sticky goo-like, gellatinous tubercles that provides protection from its predator like ants until they metamorphosise into winged moths.
A tasty gummy sweet.
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Latest thing I’ve learned during this World Cup: Listening to an exciting match on the radio can be… exciting.
Driving north on the 5, Quail Lake from the 138, the wacky Southern mansion with the cannon (!) in its front yard that overlooks the lake, and the view as we continue east through the (sadly poppy-less) Antelope Valley.
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