not my photo
Looking NE from the railroad depot to the state capitol in the distance.
For those interested, I don't live within the region of this photo.
Nor really, anywhere close, although I do have to come into the city on rare occasions.
Used to be a nice town ... then it got "discovered".
Continue reading →A sample of some obscure – and some maybe not obscure – tunes from my strange and off-the-wall collection.
Today’s selection: Ash Ra Tempel - "Traummaschine 3" - 1971
A classic "kraut space age" band of the early 1970s, one of its members, Klaus Shulze, also played with Tangerine Dream.
This cut is the third movement of a longer composition (album side length) off the first self-titled album.
Continue reading →Neo just told the world she's almost done with her collection of Gerard's poetry.
Head on over to her place and read what she has to say.
Continue reading →Wandering around the site of old encampments
Manganese dioxide was once used as a clarification agent in glass, mostly between 1880 and 1914. When such treated glass is exposed to ultraviolet light - say intense desert sun - over a period of decades, it turns purple from exposure.
Shards of purple glass are sure signs of "settlement", even if said settlement consisted of a handful of tents lasting only long enough to establish that this strike wasn't the strike.
When I think about it, I was wandering around these places in the late 70s - pushing all too hard on 50 years ago. I used to find almost-complete purple bottles; now a complete top such as this is becoming rare. Hell, all of that is becoming rare.
I left it behind.
I've only found one complete unblemished bottle in all my searching - not that I bottle hunted in many of the places I poked around. For those that know railroads, there was a Wye for helper engines near the 10,000+ft Tennessee Pass station on the D&RGW. I was up there one spring poking around back by the tail end of the wye when a portion of the bottle had been exposed by melting snow and rain.
There was no label or markings - no surprise - but the presence of air bubbles in the glass suggest a date before 1920. Perhaps it too would be purple if it had been exposed to the sun.
I can imagine some engineman sitting out in a winter night at treeline, baby-sitting the engine, waiting for the next assignment; burning or freezing at turns around the engine - a contraband bottle of warm keeping him company.
The call comes, the bottle of warmth is emptied and tossed off in the weeds where it won't be readily visible should someone bother looking.
The engine rolls on.
That bottle looked at me liked a bedraggled hungry kitten - I just had to take it home and adopt it.
Continue reading →my niece ... I promised her fame and fortune if she sent me a clip
Unfortunately cut-off early; blame it on her parents ...
Much as I dislike posting something incomplete, I made a promise to family ...
I try to get her to send me an entire performance - she tells me she doesn't have such a recording.
Bah ...
I hesitated to post this - I went back and forth; scheduled, draft, scheduled, draft.
However - I guess my final decision is obvious ...
I don't know the name of this piece.
Continue reading →"Numerous defense officials — who watched senior brass scramble to Washington and then sit through a partisan speech from President Donald Trump and a return to old-school military standards by Hegseth — were left wondering why the event had occurred at all."
I would suggest it was nothing more than a demonstration sufficient to drive the point home to all those high-ranking officers that they are not the top of the pyramid.
Continue reading →Outside the Courthouse at Colonial Williamsburg with a large sugar maple just outside.
Every year, if conditions are right, the leaves become brilliant beyond what a camera can capture
