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Tibetan Amdo Nomads Weave Pattern

This is the pattern that represents the Amdo Nomads of Tibet. It is usually used as an accent to the edging of a garment or anything woven… that they use. The colors are both cheerful and hopeful.

Devil’s golfcourse

The Race Track

Courtesy of Desert USA: The Racetrack is a unique attraction of Death Valley National Park that not many park visitors get to see. It’s a dry lake-bed in a very remote and beautiful area. On the north end of the lake-bed is a rock formation known as the grandstands. Rocks from the grandstands and other nearby formations break off and fall onto the lake. There, they perform feats that make this remote playa world-famous. They move! But after all these years, a hundred or more since this phenomenon was brought to the attention of naturalists studying Death Valley, no one has ever seen them move. These rocks aren’t boulders; most are perhaps a foot or so tall, but can still weigh a lot and are not easy to lift. The evidence that they move is in the trails they leave behind them as they scoot around the lake. You’ll find a rock sitting innocently anywhere on the playa — from next to the grandstand to the far southern edge — and behind it will be a trail, from the rock sliding across the fine clay surface of the lake-bed.

Now, I have to say I didn’t see any rocks move but I did see trails behind many. It rains very seldom in Death Valley and they tell you if the lake-bed is wet, don’t walk on it because your footprints can remain for years and years in the dry clay surface. Hard to say how old these were but what I can tell you is… I felt like I was on the Moon…

The crash of Flight 111

There are things in your life that leave an impression…for better or worse. The crash of Flight 111 on September 2nd, 1998 is one of those memories I keep. And while greatly saddened at the loss of human life, in contrast to the families who’s lives and dreams were changed forever, my memories are those of a tiny community of people, who in the worst possible challenge, showed the best of human nature. They opened their homes and ultimately their hearts to those family members who needed to just be there…in that space and time…to commune with those they loved…and lost. A total of 229 men, women and children perished upon rocky shores in icy waters and virtually half were Americans. Their memory is kept alive by a simple memorial and one of the most beautiful vistas I have ever been lucky enough to experience. It took me almost 10 years to get there… but Nova Scotia and it’s proud, wonderful people, were everything I had hope for.

Swissair Flight 111 was a Swissair McDonnell Douglas MD-11 on a scheduled airline flight from John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York City, United States to Cointrin International Airport in Geneva, Switzerland. This flight was also a code share flight with Delta Air Lines.On September 2, 1998 the aircraft used for the flight crashed into the Atlantic Ocean southwest of Halifax International Airport at the entrance to St. Margarets Bay, Nova Scotia. The crash site was 8 kilometres from shore, between the tiny fishing and tourist communities of Peggys Cove and Bayswater. All 229 people on board were killed. The resulting investigation by the Transportation Safety Board of Canada (TSB) which took over four years concluded that flammable material used in the aircraft’s structure allowed a fire to spread beyond the control of the crew, resulting in the loss of control and crash of the aircraft. Prior to the crash, Swissair 111 was known as the “U.N. shuttle” due to its popularity with United Nations officials; the flight often carried business executives, scientists, and researchers.

Not just a song…

The Village

4 Anglos and a smoking Cantonese

We made a day of Chinatown (via the long, lost route) and had quite a bit of fun. My Mother (who is almost 85) was told she was in China, she accepted it… and enjoyed the moment. We had some wonderful Filipino food from one of my favorite restaurants, Asian Noodle…yummy. This place is Family owned and Family run and all the recipes, well they’re Family too. We dined on Calamari with a wonderful vinegar based clear colored dipping sauce, shrimp prepared in creamy coconut milk served on a platter of bok choy, spinach, sweet potato, peppers and thin, crisp string beans…then there was the sizzling sirloin (no, I didn’t), the vegetable fried rice (oh man) and last, but not least…homemade coconut ice cream with fried bananas….

I have a few more shots, but this one in particular…well it just cracked me up. There was a gentleman that we intruded upon, taking positions on a bench. He seemed not to mind in the slightest and kept happily puffing away.When I was done shooting, I smiled at him, he made a gesture…and I assured him that he’d made it into the photo. I posterised and desaturated it because it felt right for the moment.

Pueblo Cows

Recently I was very fortunate to be able to visit Acoma Pueblo in the beautiful State of New Mexico. But at this moment I am preparing to take a a few family members to visit China Town and Alvera Street in Downtown Los Angeles…to see the sites, make a few purchases…and EAT! So, this is only a photo of the road that leads the way…

Acoma still awaits showing. In the meantime, so you’re not left in darkness…Acoma Pueblo, a 70 acre village, happens to be the oldest continuously inhabited city in the USA. I figure a few more days waiting won’t hurt. There are fewer than 50 Acoma Indians living on the mesa top year-round and though quite camera shy, I was lucky enough to meet 10 of them… Apparently their cows are shy too because they all tried to pry themselves into this cement drainage tube when they saw me coming. 😉

Turning back time