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  • It was a superb Saturday. I spent a few hours cruising around Meridian on my 7-speed ME-bike. On the way to inspect the new public library building being constructed near Chinden and Linder, I passed by this park filled with soccer teams and supportive parents. One of these days, the US will produce a World Cup team that doesn’t suck. Yes, I know the woman already don’t suck but let’s face it, most female sports, especially soccer, are boring. It’s like watching high school teams instead of the pros.

  • My parents, Evelyn and Frank, sitting in my grandmother Helen’s Livingston living room on 5th South Street. This was taken in the summer of 1963, two years before we moved to Iran. Dad's sunburned face is probably due to golf. I have to thank my grandmother Helen for this snapshot. After my mother died, I found some of her old photo albums in mom's closets. Helen took care of her snapshots; most are in good condition and ready to scan.

  • Elvis has left the building.

  • California beach kelp collage.

  • Our Mendocino Bed and Breakfast. The evening we checked in, a thick humid coastal fog covered Mendocino. Our overly quaint room felt damp. It was a reminder of the downside of seaside living.

  • Lassen Bumpass Hell.

  • The dead giving the finger to the living! Yes, I know this is not the "western finger", but in many parts of the world, this is the self-fornicate finger.

  • The right light makes the mundane marvelous.

  • Bumpass Yellow.

  • California coast fishing.

  • Glass Beach fragments. Surf and sand turn broken glass into lovely translucent pebbles.

  • Mount Washington through one of the Dee Wright Observatory windows. The observatory marks mountains and other prominent landscape features. It’s a rather useless make-work structure plopped in the middle of the lava flows. The CCC oversaw a large number of make-work projects during the great 1930s depression. Compared to the corrupt, heinous, bloated, and fiscally incontinent pork-fest that characterizes the modern federal swamp, CCC make-work projects seem kind of charming and quaint.

  • Evelyn Violet Eggar 1935-2013. My mother, as a fourteen-year-old in 1949. I am a big fan of old-school black and white portrait photography. The smooth gray tones of many old prints are hard to achieve with modern digital cameras. If you doubt this, try applying a standard cheesy black and white filter to your next iPhone selfie.

  • Trite but true.

  • Mendocino Bay.

  • The Mendocino peninsula from a highway viewpoint.

  • Plucked flowers on a Mendocino Park table. Did the “plucker” design this ephemeral art, or was it a thoughtless act of herbicide?

  • An image hack based on an interesting bird man sculpture made of nails in the Mendocino Art Center.

  • Mali iPhoning Lassen from the Bumpass Hell trail.

  • Crescent City beach expanse.

  • Mali walking by the Mendocino Hotel.

  • Arch Rock Oregon coast.

  • Crescent City Lighthouse grounds.

  • On the drive from Eugene to Bend, we stopped at the Dee Wright Observatory to look over the Cascade lava flows. I didn’t look at the map before taking this route, so the observatory, and the views it afforded, came as a nice surprise.

  • Me, the gimpy boy, with my sister Aileen in 1959. This is one of Hazel’s old Kodachrome slides, and given my spastic pose, a fine example of "Hazelography."

  • While "Wuhan Walking" I came across this abandoned soccer ball. My first impulse was to run up and kick it, but I checked myself. The setup was just too inviting. Maybe the ball was boobytrapped with explosives. Perhaps my imagined joyful and spontaneous kick would be my last. But then, more soberly, I asked myself, “Isn’t this a tad paranoid?” This is Idaho, blowing up strangers is a waste of explosives. Abandoning caution, I kicked the ball and lived.

  • Mendocino Mali.

  • When I framed this shot, I missed the preening seagull taking a dump on the lady’s head. Avian art critiques do mess around.

  • Beach glass exploits my shiny objection affliction.

  • I can’t resist flying birds in camera range. This Glass Beach raven was practicing low level nummy runs.

  • Me along the Mendocino coast. Mali could mount a small exhibit of me taking pictures. Putting a figure, even one as grotesque as myself, in the frame often makes dull shots gaze-worthy.

  • Glass Beach.

  • Kelp floating in the bay below Mendocino.

  • The mandatory park entrance sign shot.

  • Our worst motel had the best beach. The Crescent City beach is excellent even by California standards.

  • Öber’s contrarian tendencies were marked.

  • McMansioning complete. How is this any better than an open field? We live in a grossly overpopulated world, and it’s only getting worse. There is a desperate need for fewer and smarter "entities." Perhaps inevitable conscious super intelligent AIs will cull the human herd. And, given our penchant for McMansioning, will they have any choice.

  • In Öber’s opinion, this and the “Golden Rule” essentially sum up millennia of philosophical “output.”

  • Cascade End Times.

  • Coastal mist. The claustrophobic cloaking of fog has its charms.

  • Mali inspects the viewpoint dial atop the Dee Wright observatory. I like her “I’ve found the grail” look.

  • Forest fires have hit many National Parks. A few years ago, large swaths of Lassen were burning. If the fires are not too large, they can help large trees by clearing out smaller underbrush competitors.

  • Luscious Lassen Lavender.

  • Crescent Beach Motel Sunset.

  • Costal color bands.

  • Me beside the Glass Beach wooden whales.

  • Dee Wright Observatory.

  • The Western Idaho Fair is on again. We drove over and checked out the crafts, chickens, and livestock. Mali’s favorite: newly hatched quail chicks.

  • In the early 1970s, before the four-color theorem was proved, I hacked together an APL graph coloring algorithm that I "believed" would find a minimal coloring of an arbitrary graph. I couldn’t see how to prove this assertion, but every graph I tried it on seemed to work until I hit this one. Counterexamples are one of the most compelling forms of proof. They utterly demolish for-all assertions and cannot be ignored.

  • One of my daughter’s paintings as an outdoor print. An interesting little Canadian company is turning paintings into weatherproof fence-mountable outdoor art. Check them out (click here). P.S. according to Helen, the print is upside down.

  • Bummer for Bumpass. Stay on the boardwalk nitwits. The rangers do not like hauling your dumb boiled asses out of geyser basins.

  • Normally, I disapprove of vandalizing roadside markers, but here the “enhancements” improve a zealously mediocre monument.

  • Arch Rock with framing trees.

  • Quoth the Raven – "Bugger off." The Glass Beach Ravens couldn’t give a ding-dong damn about handicap parking.

  • Mali foraged in the bush around Mendocino for berries. She popped many into her mouth. I abstained.

  • Overlooking Bumpass Hell in Lassen Volcanic National Park.

  • Pink coastal flowers.

  • Lassen Bumpass Hell geyser basin. The geyser basins in Lassen are similar to Yellowstone’s but smaller. The short hike to Bumpass Hell is a pleasant stroll in the mountains.

  • Kayaking in Eugene. The stoic dog in front is radiating, "you call these rapids" vibes.

  • My mother Evelyn, with my kids Helen and Jacob. Snapped in my grandmother Hazel’s Livingston Montana kitchen in November of 1991. More than thirty years have passed since I took this picture. My mother, Hazel, and Gert - you can just make out his head in the background by the TV, have all died - and Helen and Jacob are in their thirties. My mother enjoyed her grandchildren, and they were lucky to have her.




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