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Granite Dome From August 13th to 17th, I hiked with three other buff men in the Emigrant Wilderness, north of Yosemite. Paul, John, Patrick and I set out to conquer Granite Dome, a 10,000' monolith in the midst of alpine lakes and cliffs. But in the end, we were conquered, as we really wanted to be, by Mother Earth, who stripped us to our primal nature. Double-click the pic! |
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Valerie's Birthday Midpoint 'tween Corvallis, Oregon and Berkeley, California is Mount Shasta. . . . July 14th to 16th I rendezvous'd again with good friend Valerie. Today is her birthday! Valerie, your present: an Unbelievable SpaceTime Ship, to take you back to Shasta and Ko a few weekends ago. Click a carrot; away you go. |
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April '06 Mountains and Rivers Sesshin Fifteen seekers left Berkeley Zen Center for the mountains and rivers [hills and streams] of Point Reyes National Seashore. We uncovered the meaning of Zen Master Dogen's Mountains and Rivers Sutra while we hiked, ate, rested, zazened, oriyoki'd, studied, zazened, slept, sat. . . |
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Father's Day Thirteen snapshots out of my closet, from Dad's old brown suitcase, container of mostly Mom's snappies. Mark, make sure she sees these. Taste the past! Pick an apple from now-extinct Bell's Apple Orchard, and though you can't lick it, you can click it. |
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Shasta Rendezvous Midpoint 'tween Corvallis, Oregon and Berkeley, California is Mount Shasta (and smaller wonders). Valerie nor I had ever been under her spell before. Immerse yourself in a version of our visit! Click the peak. . . . |
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Country Joe and the Fish sang: And it's 1...2...3
/ What're we fightin' for? Whoopie, I don't give a damn, next stop is Vietnam!
1...2...3,000 patriots--depending on the source--marched 40 years later
asking What're we fightin' for? gave a damn that 1...2...3
years ago to the day, next stop was Iraq. On March 18th, we marched in,
of all places, Walnut Creek.
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14 Impressionistic Oils on Canvas
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Nora Reza
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Friday the 13th was lucky to be the half-century mark for my baby brother #2. It's also lucky that Mom stored away these snapshots and school portraits. You can tell which is which: fuzzy and a superfluity of background, vs. sharp or matte and usually a dearth of background.
I've done my best to put them in a correct and entertaining order. And tease out the fuzzies and superfluities. While adding some fuzzies and superfluities of my own which I pray are superior.
I saw almost none of these until a few years ago, after she and Dad moved out of our second childhood home, into Mark's. Where she could enjoy her second childhood. And Dad would have far fewer chores competing with being their dedicated druggist. Except dealing with dog Kramer constantly conning a constantly cooperating Mom out of niblets. And the growing discomfort of terminal cancer.
Dad said that it was time that us kids split up the content of the boxes and boxes stored in Mark's garage. Bev for example went big on Mom's mom's teacups, while I went big on the rubberbanded envelopes from Skrudland's Photo, replete with negatives, and every snapshot that missed its target completely.
I made off to Illinois with the whole treasure stored in an worn brown suitcase of Dad's. Which I had also never seen before. I never saw the teacups either. Let's just say that Mom was an archivist to a fault. Anyway, I am finally beaming them up from the analog to the digital world. After the prints I'll scan the teacups.
There are too many Mark Blix pix to process and present for your 50th birthday present, Mark. So I've saved Part Two for your 51st.
Here are (almost) 50 photos from The Mom Archive. Click on a time machine and watch my baby brother #2 graduate from stroller, from jersey, to tassle.
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Fotos from my trip back to the Flatlands in January, to take care of Dad.
And then March, to live with him in Hospice, and finally to remember him.
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. . . I felt inspired, finally, to email Gov. Schwarzenegger, hopefully minutely influencing him to go the right way. Both war and zen (and egg) are in his name. If he chooses war over zen, what to do with egg?
This parade & party has been going strong and weird for ten years and has become a celebration of not just how bezerekely Berkeleyans can be, but anybody, any car, anything . . . .
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Twenty 'Zennies' took to the Mountains and Rivers (hills and ocean) of Pt. Reyes National Seashore . . . .
These are Birds and Bees, Flowers and Trees, and Celestial Bodies captured in an instant, vanished in a flash. . . . .______________________________________________________________________________