Monday, March 31, 2014

Random memories of Candlestick Park




RANDOM MEMORIES OF CANDLESTICK PARK


My bro scalped three tickets to this game.  When I drew this, Will Clark was up, and the Giants were ahead 3-0.






My sons getting autographs from Jack Clark in the concourse in 1981, I would guess.












I attended this game in 1989.



Candlestick was notoriously windy.  I was at a game when the wind blew Darryl Evan's cap off at 3rd base, and it flew to the left field (chain link) fence and stuck a few feet from the top.











Sunday, March 30, 2014

Tunnel of Love --Bruce Springsteen




I can't find the lyrics she wrote in shorthand...









Thursday, March 27, 2014

'AKKÁ, THE SEA GATE









From 'The Promulgation of Universal Peace' :

I, too, was in prison. God removed the chains from my neck and placed them around the neck of Abdu'l-Hamid. It was done suddenly -- not a long time, in a moment as it were. The same hour that the Young Turks declared liberty, the Committee of Union and Progress set me free. They lifted the chains from my neck and threw them around the neck of Abdu'l-Hamid. That which he did to me was inflicted upon him. Now the position is precisely reversed. His days are spent in prison just as I passed the days in prison at 'Akká, with this difference: that I was happy in imprisonment. I was in the utmost elation because I was not a criminal. They had imprisoned me in the path of God. Every time I thought of this, that I was a prisoner in the pathway of God, the utmost elation overcame me. Abdu'l-Hamid is now suffering punishment for his deeds. Because of the sins he committed, he is now in prison. This is retribution for his acts. Every hour he is mortified anew and his ignominy revived. He is in the utmost sorrow and disappointment while I am in perfect happiness. I was happy that -- praise be to God!  --  I was a prisoner in the Cause of God, that my life was not wasted, that it was spent in the divine service. Nobody who saw me imagined that I was in prison. They beheld me in the utmost joy, complete thankfulness and health, paying no attention to the prison.

--'Abdu'l-Bahá






Tuesday, March 25, 2014

FLH Evolution


At a certain  RPM my Shovelhead would vibrate like crazy. Once, on the road between Silver City and Reno, Nevada, a poorly designed spot weld affixing the spot lamp assembly to the forks failed.   Bungee cords took care of the problem until I found a welder in Reno who made a Saturday repair.




If I recall correctly, the next year (1985), and all subsequent years,  Harley Davidson bolted the spot lamps to the forks.








Monday, March 24, 2014

POLE LINE ROAD





POLE LINE ROAD NEAR MONO LAKE, CALIFORNIA





The road heads east 45 miles straight into Nevada. Mono Lake is to the south.  The Sierra Nevada was in the mirrors of my FLH.



.


Sunday, March 23, 2014

Cal Central Airlines



CAL CENTRAL AIRLINES



I flew with my brothers on Cal Central Airlines between Burbank and San Francisco many times in the 1950's . The hour flight was free from any concern--other than crashing, of course.  There were no inspections--you just climbed aboard.





I loved the DC 3.






The Electra replaced the DC 3.  My one flight on an Electra was just weeks after one of them crashed, but it didn't bother this 9 year old kid--I was flying!





The Lockheed L-188 Electra is an American turboprop airliner built by Lockheed.  First flown in 1957, it was the first large turboprop airliner built in the United States. Initial sales were good, but after two fatal crashes that led to expensive modifications to fix a design defect, no more were ordered. However, with its unique, high power-to-weight ratio, huge propellers and very short wings (resulting in the majority of the wingspan being enveloped in propwash), large Fowler flaps which significantly increased effective wing area when extended, and four-engined design, the airplane had airfield performance capabilities unmatched by many jet transport aircraft even today—particularly on short runways and high field elevations. The type was soon replaced by turbojets  and many were modified as freighters; the type is still used in various roles into the 21st century.The air frame was also used as the basis for the Lockheed P-3 Orion maritime patrol aircraft.  From Here.







.






.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Friday, March 21, 2014

Field of Spring Wheat at Sunrise -- Vincent Van Gogh











Field of Spring Wheat at Sunrise -- Vincent Van Gogh




Know of a certainty that in every Dispensation the light of Divine Revelation hath been vouchsafed unto men in direct proportion to their spiritual capacity. Consider the sun. How feeble its rays the moment it appeareth above the horizon. How gradually its warmth and potency increase as it approacheth its zenith, enabling meanwhile all created things to adapt themselves to the growing intensity of its light. How steadily it declineth until it reacheth its setting point. Were it, all of a sudden, to manifest the energies latent within it, it would, no doubt, cause injury to all created things…. In like manner, if the Sun of Truth were suddenly to reveal, at the earliest stages of its manifestation, the full measure of the potencies which the providence of the Almighty hath bestowed upon it, the earth of human understanding would waste away and be consumed; for men’s hearts would neither sustain the intensity of its revelation, nor be able to mirror forth the radiance of its light. Dismayed and overpowered, they would cease to exist. --Baha'u'llah






Thursday, March 20, 2014

'Abdu'l-Bahá and Cobh











This is a picture of my grandmother, Helen, with her two brothers, Dennis and Jack, in Killarney. When they emigrated to the United States, along with their sisters Mary and Jewel, they would have traveled by wagon to Cobh, and sailed from there to Boston. 



I don't know how long they were in Boston, but they all settled in San Francisco.  Dennis became a postmaster in Berkeley, and Jack a policeman in San Francisco.



Uncle Jack was a mounted policeman--first on horseback, and later on motorcycles.







Wednesday, March 19, 2014

The Sower







THE SOWER
Vincent Van Gogh



A person declaring the glad tidings of the appearance of the realities and significances of the Kingdom is like unto a farmer who scatters pure seeds in the rich soil. The spring cloud will pour upon them the rain of bounty, and unquestionably the station of the farmer will be raised in the estimation of the lord of the village, and many harvests will be gathered.    -Bahá'u'lláh








Sunday, March 16, 2014

PAUL CEZANNE

A FEW OF MY FAVORITES


Mount Sainte-Victoire





In the Park




Riverbanks






Saturday, March 15, 2014

UNCLE REMUS




When I was a boy, I loved Uncle Remus.  Heck, I wanted to grow up to be Uncle Remus.







Friday, March 14, 2014

CALIFORNIA POPPIES



CALIFORNIA POPPIES  (Eschscholzia californica)


I remember my grandfather telling me in his backyard in San Francisco when I was about six years old that this poppy was the California state flower.  Sixty years later I think of him whenever they bloom.






























Thursday, March 13, 2014

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Progress on the Alamo


I framed in the garage door.


I cut the CMU and enlarged a window into a door.























Oriole and Orange
















Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Chilean Baha'i Temple Construction Update



'Soon to adorn the Andean foothills overlooking Santiago, the House of Worship has been erected as a symbol of the oneness of humanity, with the hope that this structure will elevate the spirt of the communities that surround it, and become a magnate for the hearts of all the inhabitants of South America who long for peace and harmony'


California Poppies @ 1:01!













Monday, March 10, 2014

Construction of the Baha'i World Center









A few sketches from my pilgrimage in early 1990.  The construction in the video had not yet begun.  




















Saturday, March 8, 2014

Pilgrim House, Mount Carmel, Israel


PILGRIM HOUSE, MOUNT CARMEL, ISRAEL











Of all pilgrimages, the greatest is to relieve a sorrow-laden heart.   --'Abdu'l-Bahá