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zBrown
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Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 21, 2014 - 10:47am PT
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this just in
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north fork
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Feb 21, 2014 - 11:15am PT
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Something is special about the flames. They dance and wave and hypnotize you into a deep stare. People can have long conversations while focussing on the flames, not being rude for not looking at each other while the fires on. I think it's in our DNA to admire what once and still is one of the greatest gifts of this earth, some say by cooking meat it let our stomachs shrink, allowing more energy to develope a more complex brain. We are the only species to cook our meat, but it seems animals have an awe for it as well. They seem to be a little wary of it. I want to do a drawing of a cave man lighting a lighter for the first time. The expression on his face would be total awe and excitement and even some of the animal's wariness. Today a lighter is around a dollar, back then it would have been one of the greatest assets to own.
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throwpie
Trad climber
Berkeley
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Feb 21, 2014 - 01:19pm PT
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A burning fire is the one program we have all watched since the first show, from who knows when.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 21, 2014 - 03:51pm PT
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Depends on how you look at it.
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 21, 2014 - 04:00pm PT
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Back to carz
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 21, 2014 - 07:18pm PT
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At bottom (and at top, too), a mountain peak is only the manifestation of the inclined plane in nature.
The slope from the gutter to the sidewalk, as well.
An ocean wave is another.
Trains travel on very slight slopes on their rails.
That should do it, except for dog sledding and go karts. And let's not forget the bus, Otay?
Our Raymond CDF station got to contribute their bit to the Watts Riots, by taking care of a station in the Salton Sea area. Glad they did not take me along. I got to go on a real forest fire in Oakhurst. While the blacks were burning their neighborhood, the locals in Madera County tried to burn down (or up) Deadwood Mountain by losing control of their "controlled burn." Good name for a place yer gonna burn: Deadwood.
Nice flames, This Just In.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 12:06am PT
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 02:50am PT
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Attributed to a 17th C. nun.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Feb 22, 2014 - 04:53am PT
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hey there say, mouse... more nice photos... makes me wish i was back at old neighborhood , walking and clicking, with the ol' camera...
well, got more other projects, as of these last few years, so i set that on hold, a bit... but, still got some of that fun, in the ol' back yard, too, :)
did not forget the cars... will wait for perhaps sunday night... hopefully...
happy good week end... :)
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 05:21am PT
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The Raven. Christmas Tale, Told By A School-Boy To His Little Brothers And Sisters
Underneath an old oak tree
There was of swine a huge company
That grunted as they crunched the mast
For that was ripe, and fell full fast.
Then they trotted away, for the wind grew high:
One acorn they left, and no more might you spy.
Next came a Raven, that liked not such folly
He belonged, they did say, to the witch Melancholy!
Blacker was he than blackest jet,
Flew low in the rain, and his feathers not wet
He picked up the acorn and buried it straight
By the side of a river both deep and great.
Where then did the Raven go?
He went high and low
Over hill, over dale, did the black Raven go.
Many Autumns, many Springs
Traveled he with wandering wings:
Many summers, many Winters
I can't tell half his adventures.
At length he came back, and with him a She
And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree.
They built them a nest in the topmost bough,
And young ones they had, and were happy enow.
But soon came a Woodman in leathern guise,
His brow, like a pent-house, hung over his eyes.
He'd an axe in his hand, not a word he spoke,
But with many a hem! and a sturdy stroke,
At length he brought down the poor Raven's own oak.
His young ones were killed; for they could not depart,
And their mother did die of a broken heart.
The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever;
And they floated it down on the course of the river.
They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip,
And with this tree and others they made a good ship.
The ship, it was launched; but in sight of the land
Such a storm there did rise as no ship would withstand.
It bulged on a rock, and the waves rush'd in fast;
Round and round flew the Raven, and cawed to the blast.
He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls--
See! see! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls!
Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,
And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet,
And he thank'd him again and again for this treat:
They had taken his all; and Revenge it was sweet!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(courtesy of rSin, known as the artist JJ, a friend of mine)
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2014 - 10:31am PT
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Crash on the Levee mama (or near it anyway) N 32° 36.151 W 116° 50.696
The pilot and co-pilot--and, to a lesser extent, a Federal Aviation Administration employee who gave them instructions--were officially blamed Monday for the plane crash on Otay Mountain last year that killed eight members of country singer Reba McEntire's band.
The twin-engine executive jetliner slammed into 3,570-foot Otay Mountain at 1:43 a.m. on March 16, 1991, about three minutes after it took off from Brown Field, near the U.S.-Mexico border.
All 10 on board were killed, including pilot Don Holms; co-pilot, Chris Hollinger; tour manager Jim Hammon, and musicians Chris Austin, Paula Evans, Terry Jackson, Kirk Cappello, Michael Thomas, Anthony Saputo and Joey Cigianero. McEntire and other members of her entourage were on another plane.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 11:20am PT
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It's Lenny![Click to View YouTube Video]You were expecting that wannabe Copland?
Cheese!!!
CANDIDE CAMERA
F-stop It, Mouse, you leave your house,
Each day has different light,
The scenes you shoot are much the same,
One day you’ll get them right.
You look at things with glassy eyes
At mountains, cars, and cloudy skies,
You snap the scene, the face, the “look,”
You’d like to make a picture book.
And so you edit, edit, edit,
Crop and chop and fade,
Maybe someday God will grant
Your fortune to be made.
"Cela est bien dit, répondit Candide, mais il faut cultiver notre jardin."
-Monsieur Voltaire
Now the way I see it, the best things in life are free.
Souls, for example.
I could have started an ordinary thread, for sure, and called it "The Blames." But how original is that on the Supertopo?
Not very.
We'll take the drivel and drive it out to the end of the pier, dump it, smoke a jay and hear some tunes. And take a few pix to post on This Just In's or on Guido's threads, for instance, where no acrimony exists.
Bastions in the sky keep on turning a blind eye to the rest of the cruddy world of politics, eco-freaks, and hate-mongers.
I'm happiest in our own garden, with my friends, few but valued and loyal and some of whom actually still climb.
5.6, ISO 800, let's all go to Coffee Bandits. I'm NOT buying today. I'm sober.
Have a Great Saturday and I hope you come home safe.
With images.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 12:15pm PT
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Fire On the Mountain
Long distance runner, what you standin' there for?
Get up, get out, get out of the door
Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor
Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core
There's a dragon with matches that's loose on the town
Takes a whole pail of water just to cool him down
Fire! Fire on the mountain
Almost ablaze still you don't feel the heat
It takes all you got just to stay on the beat
You say it's a livin', we all gotta eat
But you're here alone, there's no one to compete
If Mercy's a bus'ness, I wish it for you
More than just ashes when your dreams come true
Fire! Fire on the mountain
Long distance runner, what you holdin' out for?
Caught in slow motion in a dash for the door
The flame from your stage has now spread to the floor
You gave all you had. Why you wanna give more?
The more that you give, the more it will take
To the thin line beyond which you really can't fake
Naux faux in this civilly-run thread. McNaughton much!
Vaya con dios, Ian. Gaux with God, sir.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Feb 22, 2014 - 12:42pm PT
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Jesus says to his followers, "The Flames of Hell shall not prevail.
And The Flames of Merced shall ride low and cruise slow and they are our homies.
Go now and spread the Word. Please take some more fishes and loaves, too, by all means, guys. How did you like the wine? Cana, '33."
"Lord?"
"Yes, James, son of Thunder?"
"I thought we were to go fishing down at Briceburg."
"Well, eventually. But I think Paradise can wait."
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zBrown
Ice climber
Brujo de la Playa
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Feb 22, 2014 - 01:21pm PT
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Barrett Junction, (east of Otay Mtn. - courtesy of Wheelbase Magazine))
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