Saturday, November 17, 2007 B

"Fun With Reflective Surfaces"
2:36pm

The poor cat earlier today wasn't very lucky when her mirror broke. Maybe not seven years of bad luck, but certainly some amount of time, at least until all the glass fragments are cleaned up.

I had interesting luck with reflective surfaces today as we visited Old Town:


The cowboy stands guard at the window, for a price he can guard yours...


The reflection on the window in front of these dolls wasn't intentional...


...but this one was...


What is that book above me about, what terrible red god, Otamot?
Indeed, tales of him as a great killer have been filmed...
Oh, translating the mirror, it is Tomato, and he has killed none, he is beneficial in his antioxidant ways...


And what would Zoltar say about this?
Any mirror is only as good as the eye which seeks it,
Not only the eye, but the mind which discerns it!

Saturday, November 17, 2007 C

"Desert Balloon Glow"
8:04pm

Four years ago we went to the Desert Balloon Glow, and how disappointing that was, compared to tonight's glow. Four years ago, we froze, and it was even too windy for the balloons, "All that could be done [that] windy evening was to have the balloons' fire devices shoot tall flames into the air."

The uncharacteristic heat wave made it nice for the glow. Everyone was in shirt sleeves.


As we walked towards the gathering of balloons, it was still light...


The announcer would count "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, fire up!" which not only cued the balloonists to be in sync, but also the photographers


A creative balloon from United Van Lines


As night fell, the contrast of glowing balloons against dark sky grew greater...

As we walked around the whole stadium, we lost our direction, and then ended up walking all the way around the outer stadium grounds to get back to our car. But I didn't mind, for the grass was lush, recently watered and the cool grass on soft earth felt good to my feet.

Sunday, November 18, 2007 A

"American History Lesson"
1:54pm

I was quite surprised when a newcomer to this region expressed disbelief that this used to be a region of Mexico. I told her all of southern Arizona is part of the Gadsden purchase, but could not recall the exact dates. So I had a look-see at Wikipedia.

I found a map which illustrated the various regions and when they were transferred over into US properties, but it was a bad jpg from a scan off of a paper map. I found a plea to update it with a png image. I took the public domain image and removed all the jpg artifacts:


Click for full size view

I was going to upload it to their site, but it looks rather complicated to do so. Meanwhile, I have the version for my own use (and yours, should you wish it), and I did gain a history lesson in the process.

Most of the land west of the Missippi river used to be a possession of Spain before some of it briefly passed through France's hands on its way to ours (Lousiana Purchase) (The Oregon Territory had been a joint US/British possession, but prior to that several different countries had been trying to claim it, including Spain.). California, Nevada, Utah, a good chunk of Arizona and some of New Mexico was handed over to the United States in the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. And there's that 'infamous' Gadsden purchase, in whose area I've been living for the past twenty years. This area was wanted to build a southern transcontinental railroad, (remember that locomotive I showed you earlier?). So our president sent James Gadsden (who had personal interests in the rail route) to negotiate the Gadsden Purchase with Mexican President Antonio López de Santa Anna.

It was originally going to be a larger area, but there were all kinds of objections to this. "Even the small strip of land that was ultimately acquired was enough to anger the Mexican people, who saw Santa Anna's actions as yet another betrayal of their country and watched in dismay as he squandered the funds generated by the Purchase. The Gadsden Purchase helped to end Santa Anna's political career."(from Wiki)

At first this newly enlarged area was all just 'New Mexico territory'. Then it was divided into Arizona and New Mexico territory, and in 1866 Arizona and New Mexico took their now familiar boundaries. On a old map of 1867, you can see Tucson is there. But Yuma has a different name. Yuma was first known as Colorado City until 1858, when it was called Arizona City. Not until 1873 was Yuma given get its present name by the Territorial Legislature. Furthermore, it wasn't until 1912 that each of the two territories were granted statehood.

Sunday, November 18, 2007 B

"Two Drawings"
10:41pm

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Monday, November 19, 2007

"Trains Here, There and Everywhere"
9:08pm

Call it the pattern seeking tendencies of humans to find relationships between odd events, or call it synchronicities, it is cool however they occur. If it is 'merely' pattern seeking, it is still we humans who give meaning to things, and that it is which defines and at the same time elevates us.

With that said, _trains_ have been showing up repeatingly in my life. First it was the locomotive we chanced upon when taking a park stroll. (Also, the train bridge near that park.) Then it was learning the reason why Julia and I are sitting in this location, Yuma, as part of the United States. Because they wanted a southern transcontinental railroad, one that didn't go through mountainous territory, the Gadsden purchase was made.

Then last night, trains featured in the documentary Julia and I watched, "Into the Arms of Strangers: Stories of the Kindertransport". As it explains on the DVD cover, "Just prior to World War II, an extraordinary rescue operation aided the youngest victims of Nazi terror. Ten-thousand Jewish and other children were transported from German-held lands to foster homes and hostels in Great Britain..." A variety of experiences awaited them, and some even were able to free their parents. At the very least, they were safe from the terrible things occurring in the Holocaust.

And how did they arrive in Britain? Trains carried the scared little children to safety.

Tonight, we watched a National Geographic program, "Inside Grand Central", the largest train station in the world, encompassing forty eight acres and underneath, fifty six miles of tunnels. In the sixties and seventies, its use had dwindled, but now it is very busy, serving "about 125,000 a day" (according to Wikipedia), mostly commuting to and from work.

Both Julia and I feel it, in time the railroads will grow even more useful, particularily as gasoline grows rarer and more expensive.

A little later...

I was impressed with the statuary above the big clock, and found a good picture of it at Wikipedia. The central figure is Mercury/Hermes. I like his direct gaze. He seems to be ready to hand you his scepter, and say, "Rise up, humans, elevate yourselves, and ascend to be heroic, like the gods..."


Click for facial detail

Tuesday, November 20, 2007 A

"Hermes, the Trickster"
7:59pm

After over a week of leaving a book I've been meaning to read with covers shut, I felt moved to pick it up again, and instead of just picking up where I'd left off, I just thumbed forward in the book, where I found this interesting passage:

"Homer calls Hermes the 'Bringer of Luck.' He is also known, in one of the many paradoxes that characterize Hermes and other trickster gods, as the patron of both travellers and thieves. He is the Guide of Souls to the underworld and messenger to the gods. As all these roles suggest, he is the quintessential master of boundaries and transitions. It is by this mastery that he surprises mundane reality with the unexpected and the miraculous." _Synchroncity: Through the Eyes of Science, Myth and the Tricker_, by Allan Combs and Mark Holland, page 82

Further on, Combs and Holland say:

"In his discussion of Hermes' chthonic origins, Kerenyi goes so far as to say that we come from the same place he does: 'the same dark depth of being,' Given this identity of origins, Hermes 'creates his reality out of us, or more properly through us, just as one fetches water not so much out of a well as through the well from the much deeper regions of the earth.' What better way of saying that as an archetype, the Trickster, the boundary dweller, finds expression through human imagination and experience?" page 90

No wonder I saw so much of my Egyptian favorite, Set, when I looked at the face of Hermes last night. In that 'dark depth of being', where being begins, YES!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007 B

"Ror and Wary"
9:59pm


This strange little drawing appears to be of a scared creature afraid of the shadowy creature that has arisen from a mysterious door (dor). He seeks protection of another odd creature.

But "ROR" would say:
"And so you're scared. And so what do you think Gumby is going to do about it? Gumby cannot even speak. He cannot protect you. You best face what you're afraid of!"

Ror is a Set like creature. "Tsh tsh" is the real name of a griffin associated with Set. Indeed the shadowy figure is a 'boundary dweller'. One of Set's titles is 'Enemy of boundaries', and this is so because he likes to push the boundary. To push the boundaries, one has to be at the boundaries.

But maybe you will see totally different things in this picture...

Thursday, November 22, 2007 A

"Thanksgiving Morning Thoughts"
8:48am

Needing a print of my Arizona bloom drawing, I was dismayed to find my previous for print version was only around 5 by 6 1/2 inches. That small can't assure good print results, so I redid it to be larger. The original drawing is 11x12, mysteriously cut off for some unknown reason. So I rescanned it. I made it the same style as the old version, even copy and pasted the bottom piece with some alterations, so now the for print size is 11x14.


It's at the print gallery now!

It's rather sad to think about. Almost all my older relatives have passed on. My mother died at Thanksgiving in 2004. I was never the dutiful daughter. But I feel a ache of missing her, of wanting to call her. I'm bad, I never call anyone. But at least I'd call my mother sometimes.

Yet I am not total lazy pond scum, I at least called Eleanor, (Laura's mother). Darn good thing I did, for she isn't having a Thanksgiving celebration at all. Teresa is working, so no dinner there, Sharon is off with her husband's people and Larry is off in Texas rescuing some hapless friend of his... ...so she's eating heat and eat meatloaf...

I hope you're eating something more appetizing than that, and having a happy day!

Thursday, November 22, 2007 B

"While Waiting..."
11:38am

While waiting for our friend to arrive, I did another quick ten minute sketch:

It is of the porcelain sphinx box Julia gifted me with a couple of years back. And, no the Sphinx does not have a tail. It's just that as I drew her, she seemed to so badly need one!

Julia said that it was really her scepter. I suppose it could be like Osirus' crook, placed behind her! But, no, it is her tail, and she needs it. Perhaps for her, it is a symbol of rulership, at least it helps her with balance. When she leaves her resting place and goes and explores...

(Also, I know most sphinx are male pharaohs, but this one seems female, like Hatshepsut.)

Thursday, November 22, 2007 C

"Happy Little Drawing..."
7:16pm

Note of November 23, 2007. 6:50am...
The
Photo Friday theme is "TWO", and so I picked two!

Thursday, November 23, 2007

"Man With His Thoughts..."
8:21pm


I should be honest, I used
a photo as the basis of my 10 minute sketch...

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