Tuesday, April 30, 2013
PICTURES OF AWARD WINNING PAINTINGS FROM THE 2012 CARMEL ART FESTIVAL
I've awakened on this beach, or one nearby.
El Estero! Outstanding!
This is a view from Whaler's knoll at Point Lobos. It's one of my favorite places, and the artist captured it, en plein air, perfectly. What talent.
This is the painting that won first place. I recognize it as the coast in Pacific Grove, near Point Pinos, looking East across the Monterey Bay.
More paintings and descriptions and the source of these images HERE.
Monday, April 29, 2013
9TH DAY OF RIDVAN
Approximate location where Baha'u'llah revealed His station as the Manifestation of God for this age in 1863.
Illuminated verses of Baha'u'llah revealed for Ridvan.
I had a wonderful lunch at the Mansion of Mazra'ih in 1990 with fellow pilgrims. It was a joy unalloyed.
I sketched this at the Mansion. Not my best effort, but here it is.
The redeeming feature of the sketch is that Abdu'l-Baha was very fond of the garden, which was just beyond.
I remember talking to a little Arab girl of about 8 years old while I sketched. I asked her where she was from.
"Mazra'ih!" , she replied.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
And should I find myself to be a duck, the estuary in Monterey is where I'd live. It's located adjacent to Monterey Bay, near downtown.
The estuary, or El Estero, collects the runoff from the north slope of Carmel Hill.
Looking to the south, toward Carmel Hill.
Looking north toward Dennis the Menace Park.
There was a time that I could readily identify the tree in the foreground of this picture of Dennis the Menace Park across the estuary from its distinctive bark, but it took me about ten minutes of perusing my plant identification books and online images to remember the species being Melaleuca linariifolia, or Narrow-leafed Paperbark (or Snow-in-Summer). It is an Australian native, and can also be found in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park, as it adapts well to relatively sheltered foggy Central Coastal marine environments. More importantly, it seems, the species tolerates poor drainage and occasional inundation.
Looking north, towards San Carlos cemetery, where my Baha'i friends Marvin Newport, Inez Greeven and India Haggarty are buried.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Baha'u'llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha'u'llah
Friday, April 26, 2013
Я желаю всеобщего братства.
What I am trying say in Russian is that I desire universal brotherhood. The Russians at the market say that it doesn't say that, and they can't suggest another way conveying the concept. Do any Russian-speaking readers of this blog have a suggestion?
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Piroshki, piozhki, pyrizhky
I ate my first piroshki in 1970. I was in the Army, serving at the Presidio of San Francisco. A cadre sergeant, whose family owned and operated "The House of Piroshki" in the Richmond District, would bring a box of fresh and warm piroshkis for the thirty or so of us in our unit (Letterman Army Institute of Research), to appreciatively consume whenever there was something to celebrate.
Piroshkis are greasy little bombs of goodness filled with ground beef, cabbage, potato, or spinach, etc. Kathy, a friend and neighbor in San Francisco at the time, remarked after I had introduced her to them, that she "would love a map of the city with all the places you could buy them marked with a grease spot".
I've begun frequenting Friendly Foods, a Russian market here in Tacoma on Center Street. Not only do they sell fresh piroshkis, I get to practice my Russian.
I know enough Russian to introduce myself to the staff and make them laugh. It's challenging to convey the sincerity of my motives to the two more elderly ladies, as their fluency with English is limited. They are also hard workers, and I represent a loss of productivity, which I understand completely. There is a younger lady whose second language is English, and she's pleased to help me. They all seem happy to allow me to practice my limited knowledge of the language. Even the most reserved of the three clerks helped me by writing how you would say "(you) wait" in Russian in my notebook.
This is primitive, I know, but here's what I'm going to say in Russian this week.
Today, I'm going to buy two piroskis, and then eat them.
Next week, I'm going to buy just one!
The major challenge is to pronounce 'next week'---it is very difficult.
Сегодня я купить два пирожки. потом, Я ем два пирожки.
на следующей неделе, Я покупаю только один!
I'm not sure I'm even in the ballpark. The kind ladies will help me, I'm sure.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
On this day 52 years ago Yuri Gagarin (Юрий Гагарин) was the first man to orbit the Earth.
It was a great political victory during the Cold War for the U.S.S.R. I remember how disappointed I was, which wasn't surprising considering how the "Space Race" reflected national prestige.
Nikita Kruschev, then Premier, is quoted as saying "Gagarin flew into space but didn't see any God there." He was a good Communist!
Thursday, April 11, 2013
I remember a parade in Santa Cruz, California, that included an entry that depicted a Franciscan friar whipping the natives who were hauling him in a wooden cart down the street. It was obviously a political statement designed to depict the Franciscans as exploiters and masters of the indigenous people. My first consideration was for the children who recoiled at the display.
Here is a picture of of Father Junipero Serra's opulent "bedroom" at the mission in Carmel.