Sound of Silence

We are back and safely ensconced in our home. We are one of the few to have returned, so it's eerily quiet. Still. it's good to be back home. I threw in a shot of the fires at their worst. Notice, this was taken roughly from where the picture from the Butler Fire was taken (scroll down), but the omnipresence was overwhelming.

Giving credit where credit is due, the photo was taken by Kelly the Cable Guy and posted on rimof theworld.net.

Home is Where the Heart Is

I was good all week, but today I needed to get back to the house to take a peek, pick up my bike, and have some quiet, creative time. Had to go through 5 roadblocks (man, it's good to have a badge aka-the brass pass...) to get there, but it was well worth it.

The house is fine; in fact it started to rain! There was quite a bit of ash and other burnt material so I'm relieved no spot fires happened.

Carved a little while I enjoy a beer. Never really appreciate those kind of moments until they are taken away, so I savored it. I felt compelled to say something about how I felt about the fires, and this is what came out. Did it on a scrap piece and, while it's not the best thing I've done, it felt good to do it.

For anyone else out there who visits, and is from SoCal, I hope your home is standing and you family is safe!

Feelin' HOT HOT HOT

Can't post any new artistic efforts or photo's seeing's how we are off the mountain due to, as the local news loves to declare, FIRESTORM 2007!!! Our home is most likely to survive absolutely intact as the fires that threaten it seem to have burned away. But, this leaves all too much time to reflect on those that are not so lucky.

For those who don't know, Lake Arrowhead is a tiny community. Since most full-timers work "down the hill" you have to go the extra mile to find your niche and social group. For me, it's my cycling buddies; for my wife, her bunco and crafting friends. When the fires rip through neighborhoods that these folks go about living in, there's a certain amount of survivor's guilt that comes with knowing your home is safe. I have had to make the call to tell someone they have no home to return to. I can only guess that it's akin to telling someone they have a terminal disease.

I hope the best for all our neighbors, and for our mountain. It ain't paradise, but you can see it from there!

Power of Emotion

Rather than dwell on the events of the previous post, I put my emotions to use and decided to work on a scene from my favorite place in the world; the Eastern Sierra's. First, it's great to really concentrate and think about the locale for the print. It's almost like getting to go there. Second, coaxing the print out of the block, balancing the shadow and light, and seeing it reveal itself is very therapeutic.

So, without further commentary, here it is, titled "Sierra Moon."

The long week is over and ended on a horribly tragic note. This morning our SWAT team was assisting a neighboring city, Rialto, with search warrant services. While making entry into a drughouse, a Rialto officer was critically shot and succumbed to his injuries a short time later.

The regional trauma center is in my city and my shift shut down the world in order to get officer's, friends, and family into the facility so they could gather to grieve. Watching burly, veteran SWAT officers walk in, eyes swollen and red, made me take pause, but I stayed stoic in expression while I went about my duties.

When a sheriff's helicopter landed and the fallen officer's wife stepped out, it was too much. As cops, we know what we signed on for. We train against tragedy, and wear our armor, both physically and psychologically. But, seeing her and the look of what I can only start to describe as complete devastation, clarified to me that that we do not go into the job alone. For her, their family, their friends, and their co-workers, it's a world I hope I never venture into in any capacity.

So, please, think good thoughts and prayers for the family of Officer Sergio Carerra. He was 29 years old, married, with two children, ages 1 & 2. Tonight, he won't be coming home.

Fun with Color II

Just tried some new inks and linoleum and am pretty happy with their quality; it's certainly better than the artist.... Anyway, the ink is pretty cool. It's all natural, waterbased soy ink called Akua Intaglio ink. The soy gives it that rich, deep look you get from oil based product, but without the environmental or health concerns. Learned about it from Gretchen at http://29palmscreativecenter.com/.

Unfortunately, I'm looking at 50 hours of work in 4 days this week with an extra 8 thrown in on Saturday, so I doubt I'll be anything near creative or inspired. Hope someone out there will carry the torch for me! Also, thanks for the feedback on the linocut efforts!!!!

Fun with Color

Yep, I know the title sounds like one of my wife's posts, but I've been trying to expand my boundaries on the whole printmaking thing. Mixing some primary colors seemed like just the thing. Honestly, I did this on a spare piece of linoleum and was having some fun experimenting with rolling colors together. I've always admired how Northwest Native Americans have depicted nature in their carvings, so I thought I would take a crack at my interpretation of a trout. I like where it's going and once I get some new inks in, I'll make a more serious attempt.

The Fishwife

Getting away is about getting some back; refilling your cup so it can 'runneth over' for others, for creativity, for whatever you need it to. Our trip to Pacific Grove was definitely a time to get some back.

For those who don't know where or what Pacific Grove is, it's the little seaside community that sits by Pebble Beach Golf Course, and is the wintering home for a majority of the Monarch Butterfly population on the west coast. Less well known, and from which we could see the memorial from our balcony, it's where John Denver lost his life in a plane crash.

The homes are Victorian and beautiful; the landscape raw and powerful; and the food was incredible. Our favorite was a little place called "The Fishwife." It wasn't the food (which was beyond compare- I had a crab, shrimp, and scallop quesadilla with a roasted chipotle cream sauce, while Tami enjoyed an heirloom tomato salad drizzled with a mango-pineapple vinegarette topped with seared salmon). It was the Fishwife...

Before we went to the restaurant, my instructor for my class warned me "There's a tiny little lady who greets you with a hug when you come in." We came, but no lady.

About half-way through our meal, she walked in. All of 4 feet tall, possibly in her late 80's-early 90's, and possessed of an energy and elegance that washed over the room. When she came up to our table, I told her "If you're the Fishwife, I would like my hug!" Keep in mind, I am not a hugger, but she leaned over and gave me a good squeeze and patted & rubbed my back, and then did the same for Tami, and chatted with us like we were here great grandchildren come to visit. Honestly, if you could start your day with that hug, it would all be biscuits and gravy from there on.

Her cup runneth over so much, it filled mine to overflow as well.

This photo is sunset at the Tobin James Vineyard in Paso Robles, CA. A great tasting room with an awesome late season zin called "Liquid Love." The vines are starting to gain their fall colors, and the coastal oak stands guard over rows of pinot noir grapes.

No, It's not a Mirage

Day in, day out I deal with the same stuff as a law enforcement officer; drunk people, spouses who can't argue without their fists, kids going through puberty by holding a gun and claiming gang membership.... But, every now and again there's a mirage in the desert to quench my thirst.

Next week, I get to spend a week in Pacific Grove, CA at a class. It's being held at a resort on Monterrey Bay. And the best part, my wife's joining me (cuz Grandma's coming to keep an eye on the boy) for some relaxing, seafood eating, wine tasting, art shopping time. On the way home, we'll cruise down Pacific Coast Highway through Big Sur, and cross over through the Paso Robles wine region.

Thank goodness for mirages that turn out to be oasis's!

This photo was taken in an estuary of the Colorado River near Topock Gorge. In the middle of the desert, these marshes are major stops on trans-continental migratory routes for many different birds.

"Okay, maybe this is a good excuse"

I swear, I was planning on doing a good road ride today til I got out on the Rim and saw a monster sized header from the Butler Fire. I guess I'll wisely stay off the road for emergency traffic and, sadly, looky-loo's. From this vantage point, the fire line is probably 12-15 miles away. Still, I could see flames which, based on tree heights, were up in the 100-150' foot range.

This is what drought looks like in Southern California.....

I think I can I think I can I think I can I think I can

When I was in my 30's, an old guy told me "Aging is a battle of lethargy. It's easier to eat cheetos and drink a beer than it is to keep moving." I understood that as only a healthy 30 something could and went about life indulging in my loves of microbrews, good cheeses,olives, and summer sausage.

Now, I'm in my 40's and I'm starting to see wisdom in that theory. I have found myself making excuses instead of going out on my epic bike rides. "It's too hot, too cold, too early, too late, too many chores, too tired, too busy, my bike needs work, blah,blah blah....

And with that, ever so quietly, my belly has grown until it hit the 20 pound gain recently. Well, enough's enough...

I've recommitted myself to fitness and eating better. Not in some crazed "born-again" way, because quite frankly there's nothing more irritating than someone who wants to tell you how to eat and exercise. I'm just saying I want to be a little more healthy so my wife and I can enjoy each other's company, even when we are so old we don't remember what we were arguing about.

The photo was taken last week on the Sierra Fall Century Ride; 100 miles through the Sierra's with 6000' elevation gain.

Another Take on Things

The great thing about art is that it makes you look at everyday things with a new perspective. Plein air painters see swirls of color and light in a vista; sculptors visualize in 3 dimensions; collage artists find form in combining everyday objects.

This printmaking things has me looking at scenery and trying pare it down to the most bare essentials of black and white. I've found that, at least at my skill level, that some details are better left of the print and that simplicity speaks loudest.

That's kinda my calling anymore. Paring down all the 'stuff' in my life and focusing on bringing out the best of those elements that are left such as family, friends, creativity, health, and peace.

This linocut is an attempt to show the front range of our local mountains. If you are saying to yourself "Gee, why'd he add an arrowhead?" it's because there is an honest to goodness geological feature on the mountain that looks like one. It's about 250' long and it's comprised of exposed granite, soil, and scrub brush. Interestingly, it points down to natural hot springs. Native Mojave Indians believed it was placed there by the Great Spirit as a guide to bring them to a holy place.

Gawn Fishin'

Just some rambling recollections from a great weekend; meandering streams, s'mores, great sunsets, lots of trout, sunburns, coffee from a french press, seeing the Milky Way, bacon on a campfire, chilly mornings, catching the big one, coyote serenade in the evening, fish smell on your hands, undoing snarls in your reel, cream sodas for son, pale ale for dad, trout cooked on a smoky fire, big frogs, Sierra wind, the cry of I've got one!, a good hot shower, holding up a stringer of fish, farting (sorry, it's a boy's weekend), watching the Perseid Meteor shower, the boy sleeping nearly the entire 5 hour trip home, getting pounced on by the dogs at home and kissed by mom.

The photo's are from the Owens River Campground. There was a massive wildfire in Santa Barbara that blew smoke across the entire Sierra Mountain range, where it settled in the Owens Valley. You could hardly see the mountains 5 miles away, but it did make for some amazing sunsets.

The Great Divide

I don't refer to the Continental Divide when I speak to the title of this post. No, I'm talking about the cultural, generational, philosophical divide.

What a difference a week makes! This photo was taken at sunset at Minaret Summit, in the Sierra's. It sits at an elevation of 9600'. The wind was moving through and the temperature was hovering in the high 30's. The only sound you could hear was the rustling of pinion, juniper, and wildflower.

Flash forward a week to last night. Took the boy to his first concert. Not just any concert, but KISS. And not just KISS, but the full make-up, fire and blood, leather wearing, guitar smoking, nothing but kick-ass rock KISS. When I was 12, I would've killed to see KISS. If someone said "You'll see them, but it will be with your own 12 year old son," I would have thought them to be crazy. The irony, as well as the juxtaposition were not lost on me.

Still, it was a great night and yet another memorable moment in a great summer vacation. Now, if my ears will just stop ringing......

Still More.....

So, it was a great trip into the Sierra's. Lot's of hiking, biking, paddling, fishing, and relaxing. The Mammoth Brewery serves up a real nice India Pale Ale, and for gourmet dining, the Mobil Gas Station in Lee Vining is hard to beat. Seriously, lobster taquito's rolled in chipotle' tortillas, with mango/papaya salsa, cilantro black beans, and shredded cabbage in a citrus vinaigrette. Or grilled tombo (fish) top with shoestring fried onions, chipotle mayo, tomato, on ciabatta bread. I kid you not... Best food around!

Anyway, the highlight was Kyle's first real fishing experience. We caught our limit of rainbow and brown trout on the Owens River. A great trip!!!

A Picture's Worth......

No descriptions necessary.....

Through the Lens

By my definition, harmony is when the person that I am, and the person that I am seen as, are in balance with the person that I want to be. When one or more of those facets are incongruent, I find that I have angst and things don't flow as smooth. But, when they compliment and achieve balance, I find harmony. That's my tip for living.

Same applies to photography. When the view is in harmony with the vision, and others feel it at a gut level, you have a great photograph. Recently, I started testing a new program by Tiffen filters which can take nearly any photograph and bring your vision out of it. Good photography is about good composition and control. This program certainly gives you creative control.

Compare the two photo's; the original, while composed well, is pretty blah. I wanted to achieve an antique look. Not an Ansel Adams style, but something along the line of photography from the late 1800's. I wanted it to look like the original surveyor's of Mt. Whitney took a photograph to show the highest point in the continental U.S. to the powers in Washington DC. I softened the peaks and blurred sections of the photo to mimic old lense capabilties and washed it in a silver process with sepia toning.

Leave a comment and let me know what you think!

A Friendly Reminder

So, we'll be heading up to Mammoth for a week. There are few places that can match the Eastern Sierra's for scenery on a grand scale. and trying to capture the emotion you feel upon looking at a vista can be a challenging pursuit. Often times, I'm disappointed with my landscapes because they lack the drama of the real thing.

Rather than fretting, I make sure not to overlook the small stuff. Whether it be a pollen laden bee, or an interesting pattern in a rock, I always take the time to look in places that I might normally not for a good vacation photo.

This photo was taken while I was brushing my teeth in a campground on the Kern River. I looked down in the sink basin and thought I saw the backflow holes moving. Now, granted, I'm having some eye issues, and I was pre-coffee at that moment, but I knew I wasn't hallucinating when a happy little head popped out to say good morning. Apparently, frog's live in the backflow pipes in order to keep moist in the low humidity of the Sierra's. A simple, uncluttered shot, it's one of my favorites for it's fun-factor!

Let Them Spread Their Wings

To kick summer off, Kyle and I went camping in the Sierra's this weekend. Lot's of hiking, kayaking, and s'mores! But, there were some neat lessons learned as well.

Our campsite was on the Kern River, right at the start point for the Kayak Course, a 200 yard run of solid Class IV whitewater. While we scrambled on the rocks, I reminded Kyle to be careful; if he fell in, there was a good chance he'd drown going down the falls, holes, and washing machines.

As we listened to the roar of the rapids, a mother mallard and four ducklings started making their way across the pool above the rapids. We watched as they slowly got sucked into the current. Just before starting down the chute, the mom flew out and safely to shore. The babies? They dropped in and were flushed through 6-8 foot drops and chutes, and enough swirling whitewater to drown a fish...

Kyle and I watched the mom, sitting in the pool, and tried to figure out why she had been so stupid, and why she continued to quack uselessly for her brood. There was no way those ducklings were ever coming back.

After about 10 minutes, I was relaxing on the shore of the pool with a nice microbrew when I yelled to Kyle "You're not going to believe this!" One of the ducklings was making it's way along the opposite shore towards his mom, who was now quacking quite loudly!

I started to go into a speech about perseverance and never giving up when two more came along to join them. But the forth wasn't there. After another 10-15 minutes, it still wasn't to be found.

I told Kyle that in nature, 75% survival rate was pretty darn good, and that the three who had made it had become stronger as a result. We watched as they swam up the pool, around a bend, and out of view.

As we started up the bank to our campsite, we barely heard it over the sound of the rapids; a series of high pitched "cheeps." There was the fourth duckling, on our side of the shore, walking, scrambling, and swimming upstream! His mom must have heard the cries, because shortly thereafter she and the ducklings joined up to become whole again. This, near;y 35 minutes after the original plunge.

Aside from the lessons to kids about never quitting, I found a few as well; Don't underestimate kid's ability and desire; Let them take plunges now and then; and never question the power that family can give someone to overcome the greatest of obstacles.

This first shot, taken on the Kern River, shows a juvenile brood of mallards. Not the ones that took the plunge (the were still little fuzz balls), but you can guess they probably took their own plunges. Those river ducks are hard core! The second shows Kyle at the mouth of the kayak course.

By Design

So gently placed by grand design
sculpted, weathered, smoothed, sublime
My restless soul's rough edges soothed
like boulders shaped by wind and time

Creeping shadows lay long across
the sparkled face of these rocks
Time loses time in this quiet place
I drift away until I'm lost

Til the sun fades to gentle west
breath barely rises from my chest
This moment hangs like tapestry
I drift to sleep, my soul at rest


I took this photo from inside the tent one evening while my son and I were camping in Joshua Tree NP. This formation is called Jumbo Rocks. Carved by wind and time, these boulders are the size of cars.