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The Coast Road

Images from a road trip in 2008.




The Coast Road unceremoniously takes off from Highway 1, the Cabrillo Highway, just north of Big Sur.




The yellow sign says "impassible in wet weather" (I can't believe I didn't get a closeup.)




A dusty road inland to the uplands.




Looking back (south) towards the valley where campgrounds and resorts abound.




A good view of the Coast Range. "The fog comes on little cat feet..."




Cattle guard.




Coast Redwoods.







The far ridge has been blackened by a recent fire.




The road courses through a copse of Monterey Cypress. Are they introduced, or native?  I don't know.




Looking back (south) towards Pico Blanco.




Years ago I sketched a scene from where the road passes through an oak woodland.  




The riparian environment at Bixby Creek.










After ten miles, the road emerges to a view of the Pacific Ocean and Bixby Creek Bridge.

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Last night I dreamed of a house with a funny address...

Suzan Gray

Grilles

THEY DON'T MAKE THEM LIKE THEY USED TO.

The SHRINE OF THE BÁB
Mount Carmel, Haifa, Israel


(These are photos I gleaned from the Web)

I sketched this while on Bahá'i Pilgrimage in 1990.

Market, North Beach, San Francisco

The MARYHILL MUSEUM OF ART
Goldendale, Washington


Sculptures by Rodin





Native basketry and beadwork.







There was a large collection of chess sets from around the world.

October

Views of Tacoma


The Puget Sound from 30th Street hill (looking North towards Seattle.)





Ruston Way in the Spring.





The Tacoma Narrows.




The 'Tilted Cone' at the Museum of Glass.





Inside the cone (a hot shop for glass blowing.)





Sunrise over Commencement Bay.

Muriel (my mother)



Born: June 25 1919, San Francisco
Died: May 15, 2009, Medford, Oregon

'Grandfather Cuts Loose the Ponies'

That's the name of the sculpture of 15 wild horses atop a small hill overlooking the Columbia river in Washington that I came upon on my trip last year to attend a wedding in Omak. David Govedare meant to capture the spirit of a time when horses freely roamed the West, and from near or far, these rusting steel ponies testify to his success.

old joe running with the horses.

Jeffrey Cobb Ewing

Jeffrey Cobb Ewing



Born - February 10, 1974 Carmel, CA

Died - May 10, 1990 Santa Cruz, CA



Cobb’s Solo

After finding the clarinet much too difficult an instrument to play, Cobb settled on the crash cymbals, an appropriate choice for the lad, as his simplicity and straightforwardness belied the impact he made on all who had the good fortune to know him. At the age of twelve he was in his junior high school band, and as we were getting dressed for the annual concert the children were giving that evening, he came to me and said that he was very nervous about performing.

"Don't worry, son, you'll do great".

"But I have a solo!"

I didn't understand.  He played the crash cymbals.

"A solo?" 

"Well", he said, "It's only one note."