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courses of rivers become sources of inspiration for my art and music and for other like-minded souls who inhabit the spaces in between.Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-84136549862484857372015-04-07T00:36:00.001-07:002015-04-07T00:36:26.145-07:00"The Blue Faerie" music video debut<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oRG7Llu36m0" width="480"></iframe>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-64118446783339753522013-11-15T09:29:00.000-08:002013-11-15T09:29:39.757-08:00UNDER THE COUNCIL MADRONE (Yulupa to the Lost Coast) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was cool and rainy, but the TVs said it was September. <br />Later that day I went outside and frolicked among some unusual plants, so reveling in the ways of folk here not pushing me to "keep moving" with the winds like in the other places I had been. A health food store was nearby, and amid the busy townspeople gathering food for the winter ahead, a couple of fellow travelers saw me and we shared our stories under some tall trees. I learned that "Yulupa," known also as Santa Rosa, got its name from the golden sun sparkling on the waters. <br /><br />Then I was on a bus headed north, and the news reporters kept saying something about a "government shutdown." The people around here ignored these claims and went about life as if this change had no effect. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFo6EIHiJaHfXlbLt7tW5dudBpxZcblo_X_mug5_baml7rgLxlBGTilIxWWPkbkO6ZXN_mYJvvBvoa_SEE1QQMpYYVY-Y7sUOXpyUE0zzw5gh5iilkT7dZVhTAkJXd1wnMU-7VLelL4E/s1600/DSCN9399.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBFo6EIHiJaHfXlbLt7tW5dudBpxZcblo_X_mug5_baml7rgLxlBGTilIxWWPkbkO6ZXN_mYJvvBvoa_SEE1QQMpYYVY-Y7sUOXpyUE0zzw5gh5iilkT7dZVhTAkJXd1wnMU-7VLelL4E/s320/DSCN9399.JPG" width="320" /></a>Passing verdant vineyards and golden-hilled live oak savanna, I felt a rush of euphoria and understood this was the path my faerie guide had laid out for me. At each stop, I wanted to get out and feel the air but I knew I would be left wherever I got off. Night came and the canopy of giant trees engulfed us on the curvy, hilly highway. It felt as if we all were together in waking dreamstate on the bus, "somewhere in between" realms, as in a long dark tunnel.<br /> This was the space-time that the orcs and wraiths and mercenaries could show their faces to those innocent or unaware, and take advantage of them.<br /><br />I called out to my faerie guide, asking that for the next body of water I were to touch, if she would appear to me in sparkling form and take me away for "at least a moment." My destination would have flowing water and giant old trees, and I badly needed the recharge.</span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Q7Xj2DTrTdO6w9Syn6_pATumdVu9MQOAe_0WY7eu5DEdh38gQ6-ajQFIfWVOizhyHaD-ZcltzzeC_twhIF8Z_9usOk4A4zoTGqOrSMq9GDn-qT-HILC_BgnwRHzJrpgasHB3vMCN2cc/s1600/DSCN9283.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Q7Xj2DTrTdO6w9Syn6_pATumdVu9MQOAe_0WY7eu5DEdh38gQ6-ajQFIfWVOizhyHaD-ZcltzzeC_twhIF8Z_9usOk4A4zoTGqOrSMq9GDn-qT-HILC_BgnwRHzJrpgasHB3vMCN2cc/s320/DSCN9283.JPG" width="320" /></a>By the sunset of the following day, I had stood on the fallen trunk of the "Council Madrone," the largest Coast Madrone tree in the world; washed my face in the hillside spring waters, and stood on driftwood at the Mattole Lagoon, a magical place where the small river breaks the coastal mountains to the ocean. </span><br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAh128zuRgGmIDHdrae6p6ksFvK7t5hRwpuXk2zV_MlwbPBddXlwm81NuE6b-vqG7fssWcKvWM_DrtEbpgPczSHuFgCh7Hbww9X0h9hetchsapXhuiZ98ate4sZp13wu7FbddYXTBUI_M/s1600/DSCN9279.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAh128zuRgGmIDHdrae6p6ksFvK7t5hRwpuXk2zV_MlwbPBddXlwm81NuE6b-vqG7fssWcKvWM_DrtEbpgPczSHuFgCh7Hbww9X0h9hetchsapXhuiZ98ate4sZp13wu7FbddYXTBUI_M/s320/DSCN9279.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><br />My gracious host, a mama-bear woods elf coming into her own, fed me and gave me shelter in exchange for community and land help. With her outdoor furnace on the hilltop, we cooked and kept warm using hot-burning madrone tree branches.</span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">About the place-name "Yulupa":<br /><a href="http://santarosa.towns.pressdemocrat.com/2012/07/news/place-names-how-yulupa-got-its-name/">http://santarosa.towns.pressdemocrat.com/2012/07/news/place-names-how-yulupa-got-its-name/</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">About that "legendary peacemaker" the Council Madrone:<br /><a href="http://www.digthatcrazyfarout.com/madrone/">http://www.digthatcrazyfarout.com/madrone/</a></span> <br />
Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-15184307573516538802013-10-24T17:42:00.000-07:002013-10-24T17:45:58.909-07:00EUREEKA'S CASTLE...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />Eureka, CA, October 2013<br /><br />From the thick woods of Humboldt county, Eureka and Arcata feel like big pillars of civilization, sister city-states on the Humboldt Bay guarded on three sides by rugged mountains. Of course, facing northwest on the Pacific coast, this area is often cool and foggy. I had heard tales of folk near Arcata who live in carved-out Redwood stumps; unfortunately, I did not get to visit these resourceful people. There was only time for a few hours in Eureka.<br />Eureka, the county seat and more southern of the two towns, is known for its harbor and victorian homes and hotels. As we arrived in town, the fog rolled in and there was an eerie silence in the air wherever we walked. It felt like rain could start at any time, and the residents were preparing. I wondered if that spooky vibe can be felt here year round, as my eyes fixed on a church steeple against the clouds. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge0dyVZYReszdQVw2du1EwNaVLCatJBE4fFf27v9RZy9oSxMxeQVGeZwjzPuwKi11N3w-Kx2QAXt0Lg7dzIRACDmrMimWfIFGEOYfvLjYLi1M7SBgXy4z5GqLtAYrB2wcV7HqH9Uik9y8/s1600/DSCN9350.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a> Ahead of us was the forest-green and white Tudoresque walls of the Eureka Inn. On the front stairs, a giant 'grim reaper' figure stood, pointing to the door, beckoning guests to come inside.<br />I chuckled at such a humorous display of Eureka's spookiness, then I remembered Halloween is coming up and it's probably a decoration! Still, it is an odd place to put an image of death, at the entrance to a historic hotel. <br />I kept thinking of the 90's Nickelodeon puppet show "Eureeka's Castle," like it was supposed to be a reference to this town and buildings like this. <br />Next we walked down 2nd St in Old Town, along the bay, by the (historic) Hotel Vance, Snug Alley, and the building that is now Good Relations Lovers Boutique. Once, brothels lined these blocks, and the lingerie and adult toy shop perhaps honors that part of Old Town's histor.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Overlooking the harbor is the huge, victorian Carson Mansion, once home to the "lumber baron" William Carson and now home to the Ingomar men's private club. Of course, it looks like the stereotypical "haunted house" image in pop culture, and again I chuckled at the unintentional spookiness of Eureka.</span><br />
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behind the Bayshore Mall is the Palco March, where trails wind through
bushes and tall, wet grasses to the Humboldt Bay. It is the home of
shore birds and other wetland wildlife, and not surprisingly, a large
transient community of humans who probably enjoy the closeness of the
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">518 7th St Eureka, CA</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carson_Mansion</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br /><span class="st">143 M Street, <em>Eureka</em>, California</span><br /><br />Good Relations.
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<br />Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0Oakland, CA, USA37.8043637 -122.271113737.603596200000005 -122.5938372 38.0051312 -121.9483902tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-52773411039989536432013-09-20T11:27:00.002-07:002013-09-21T09:19:23.732-07:00The Softground CA FAE Floats around the Bay (Questing, Part 1)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Today was warm and sunny, a treat for the city usually draped in fog, and so there were few ring-wraiths or spooks to be found wandering the streets. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A walk down Folsom St. to Rainbow Grocery ignited major kim chee cravings which would repel any vampires if they came around. The energy from the Mission Dolores was beaming, and a visit to my favorite power spot in the City gave my companions and I a needed charge. </span><br />
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the Mission Dolores Basilica</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span></span> The stained-glass saints and stone statues in the trees gave solace and comfort in our directionlessness. Saint Inez looks me directly in the eye and gives me strength of spirit. Senora de la Soledad demonstrates the ability to concentrate in her solitude.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Y2MSCqG2CuO76MxGyZopfTFmPnDzqXa4MjeeTYHnU-C0WC1FFht0u4CF8j-d1nF-sI1sRnX3MBIUEJHPe1Y8Iau7ee9dMY-P1oZuDlvXIFOGHWl9OlyLtFew_P91_00n50v9IbC2zDI/s1600/DSCN6761.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br /><br />Back in the Coffeehouse I am distracted by a mix of conversations:<br />--"I did not raise you in this house to ask questions."<br />--"Are you going to see Daniel Ash?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Y2MSCqG2CuO76MxGyZopfTFmPnDzqXa4MjeeTYHnU-C0WC1FFht0u4CF8j-d1nF-sI1sRnX3MBIUEJHPe1Y8Iau7ee9dMY-P1oZuDlvXIFOGHWl9OlyLtFew_P91_00n50v9IbC2zDI/s1600/DSCN6761.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span> Outside, it is cool, and the breeze blows strong. Feet stomp on the wood floors of Wicked Grounds where there is very little wickedness and lots of fae folk networking with humanfolk for the street fair and other events. I'll</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Y2MSCqG2CuO76MxGyZopfTFmPnDzqXa4MjeeTYHnU-C0WC1FFht0u4CF8j-d1nF-sI1sRnX3MBIUEJHPe1Y8Iau7ee9dMY-P1oZuDlvXIFOGHWl9OlyLtFew_P91_00n50v9IbC2zDI/s1600/DSCN6761.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></span>return here soon. My quest leads me to the magickal forest, especially with the moon full and the equinox coming. Like the sea breeze, I must keep moving with the flow and find that pass through the hills.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Pacific Tradewinds Backpacker Hostel<br /><a href="http://www.san-francisco-hostel.com/"><cite>www.san-francisco-<b>hostel</b>.com</cite></a><br />680 Sacramento St San Francisco, CA 94111</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />Rainbow Grocery<br /><a href="http://www.rainbow.coop/"><cite>www.<b>rainbow</b>.coop</cite></a></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1745 Folsom St San Francisco, CA 94103<br />(415) 863-0620<br /><br />Wicked Grounds Coffee<br /><a href="http://www.wickedgrounds.com/">www.wickedgrounds.com</a><br />289 8th St San Francisco, CA <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">94103</span></span></span><br />
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Mission Dolores is at 16th St. and Dolores St.<br /><a href="http://www.missiondolores.org/">www.missiondolores.org</a></span></span><br />
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<br />Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-545177835827498492010-12-23T20:39:00.000-08:002010-12-23T23:31:18.456-08:00CATALINA, ABRE TU VENTANA(Ventana Canyon, AZ to "porque te vas" and others in full chemtraicolor, part 2)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-80ImF0gb4bEEqqHCp4ZPlwvfkwhc4NX5erQ5FRJPHZvsaHP8QUsq7CQhyVjhBKIBTiTCkqy2sC-TeJLbjxEJM0Ntybd0m4PXE8eP7TTvibgDpGb2MXddJ1DenqRjSDqOXcBEiLyA9Lg/s1600/DSCN4754.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-80ImF0gb4bEEqqHCp4ZPlwvfkwhc4NX5erQ5FRJPHZvsaHP8QUsq7CQhyVjhBKIBTiTCkqy2sC-TeJLbjxEJM0Ntybd0m4PXE8eP7TTvibgDpGb2MXddJ1DenqRjSDqOXcBEiLyA9Lg/s400/DSCN4754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554114927882444146" border="0" /></a><br />"hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol<br />y el corazon<br /><span style="visibility: visible;" id="search">se pone triste contemplando la ciudad porque te vas</span>...<br />me olvidaras, me olvidaras..."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeutjYmPS9vpHkA2wrhhGqr3PNABAdS4QxVqAqm4PncchfE8BSz4ulFYu0kazB7mLYF6pCl9Iyn8-OfyJb5SNekbgeI-UsrxwLIhf2-pOr1GveiCiVJQW1JbYds0UKoCUGKvEJnpYhsk/s1600/DSCN4795.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEqcRdJiVxGMLVAY1ZlKjNVsp87MpZTfArtwGXCpOjp5cL5bA-CQJ-7ah-hYEnzAXnTR6tx1WF5xxz-HTPEs7WpDuzceoUzhOEN1JSzabLCy2OPmVL9oTdG2SbLXQt8BjaTAv2VAPgAE/s400/DSCN4793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554114931630757026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqsFkIebXJAm4d9VH2j34lkWkNRFlhcT9L1-BYeviiUB2P0IrLC3Gv3_VF305FFMO7Jzq1DMw0hAvDHAPI_r2ogKP8hDh50Yj24AVWQoDyFMo-LTFYmltCpuoCkwdWJIwkezB8HmCtTQ/s1600/DSCN4750.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqsFkIebXJAm4d9VH2j34lkWkNRFlhcT9L1-BYeviiUB2P0IrLC3Gv3_VF305FFMO7Jzq1DMw0hAvDHAPI_r2ogKP8hDh50Yj24AVWQoDyFMo-LTFYmltCpuoCkwdWJIwkezB8HmCtTQ/s400/DSCN4750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554114936533014322" border="0" /></a><br />abre mi ventana<br />abre mi ventana, catalina<br />lets move our clouds to the tucson valley<br />lets have our thrills on garnet hills<br />let's just not return to the tucson valley<br />let's have our quills on faerie holes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLuq89sxJXbOhD2TOfn3WQSKgwli1sJiRh34anU-VNwpJJGt5yZlF_8L5SQXNigc7K8HZgzbOwL9dMDOV-5qVx9zzEtGwJwvS3uPAyKOIfUMRPfzSOBSqj0B6Rf6KfxlWgPaqS9ismsk/s1600/DSCN4784.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8g2y1po_1eT_kQ9RAbzlmEap5MGiSxbHVY0YskWghjhXHnak4wk8EdNBwA0w5WBcTwRyWazWHFt1V_3jmi8sEMt-rqV6ByULR0GYqedzsb-Tb0D7CzOjMsvzBZGw6kTA05XAUVWUjZY/s1600/DSCN4781.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8g2y1po_1eT_kQ9RAbzlmEap5MGiSxbHVY0YskWghjhXHnak4wk8EdNBwA0w5WBcTwRyWazWHFt1V_3jmi8sEMt-rqV6ByULR0GYqedzsb-Tb0D7CzOjMsvzBZGw6kTA05XAUVWUjZY/s400/DSCN4781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554117497808811890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPahPM9654l1U8UpeFOI0uCSoRpOxZ1-dSGsg9oSKX75EDjXs7UUeHP_qsvlCf0KNY1MwYieD8OqUcNOq2yuwkntvhH5RNEcabmrKdvshiLwF6fN1j1M3TmWAdl8He5Bs62jfOSY86AsY/s1600/DSCN4752.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPahPM9654l1U8UpeFOI0uCSoRpOxZ1-dSGsg9oSKX75EDjXs7UUeHP_qsvlCf0KNY1MwYieD8OqUcNOq2yuwkntvhH5RNEcabmrKdvshiLwF6fN1j1M3TmWAdl8He5Bs62jfOSY86AsY/s400/DSCN4752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554110274213417090" border="0" /></a>let's have a party in the house of catalina<br />let's pose on the couch and borrow her crystals<br />let's celebrate, our cups so runneth over<br />let's have fun, let the spider free!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0xOdIs2RtuSV-Tp9XrjwJnXMiM7txqz6ERsNk4ARbGle05JPz9UOH7wJj4lm0Jcuwxqq_jPhO2YViWu8zyBEs5FjOD6PYRQGDI9dYsz5ElFXScNhvN2tPOZaSjvxY2jbWqW5V9wRr-k/s1600/DSCN4762+-+serious+spider.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0xOdIs2RtuSV-Tp9XrjwJnXMiM7txqz6ERsNk4ARbGle05JPz9UOH7wJj4lm0Jcuwxqq_jPhO2YViWu8zyBEs5FjOD6PYRQGDI9dYsz5ElFXScNhvN2tPOZaSjvxY2jbWqW5V9wRr-k/s400/DSCN4762+-+serious+spider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554139203826648610" border="0" /></a><br />we are the priestesses of imperfectly poor planning and impunctuality with the patron saint of impossible cases she can't hold a candle to Caridad del Cobre --><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPahPM9654l1U8UpeFOI0uCSoRpOxZ1-dSGsg9oSKX75EDjXs7UUeHP_qsvlCf0KNY1MwYieD8OqUcNOq2yuwkntvhH5RNEcabmrKdvshiLwF6fN1j1M3TmWAdl8He5Bs62jfOSY86AsY/s1600/DSCN4752.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs47PZ8Fc4_qLBN9MCFRwyGGjOEs6BO7xLhNdRq3g_5Nvtmv1DHSkJtFM-69V547hl_FfpGeG7BJClCOsrgO71Psy0ucYj_VqWKQQZxGEqL8-OIww662aQ8jRUrij2F7PP0zm0tfHky28/s1600/DSCN4739.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs47PZ8Fc4_qLBN9MCFRwyGGjOEs6BO7xLhNdRq3g_5Nvtmv1DHSkJtFM-69V547hl_FfpGeG7BJClCOsrgO71Psy0ucYj_VqWKQQZxGEqL8-OIww662aQ8jRUrij2F7PP0zm0tfHky28/s400/DSCN4739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554110270693305586" border="0" /></a><br />with your light and power, abre mi ventana.<br />----------------------------------------------------------<br />Arianna<br /><a href="http://www.localhikes.com/Hikes/Ventana_Canyon_8520.asp"><br /></a>"Porque te Vas" written by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jos%C3%A9_Luis_Perales"><b>José Luis Perales</b></a> and performed by Jeanette first in 1974<br /><br />about Ventana Canyon, from a (alternate) hiker's perpective<br /><a href="http://www.localhikes.com/Hikes/Ventana_Canyon_8520.asp">http://www.localhikes.com/Hikes/Ventana_Canyon_8520.asp</a><br /><br />another spiritual type canyon thing:<a href="http://sacredspacestravel.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html"><br />http://sacredspacestravel.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html<br /></a>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-89125380724228204762010-12-08T20:11:00.000-08:002010-12-08T21:22:06.330-08:00CATHERINE LIKED HIGH PLACES...<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfcSogrt3aQ6sAkzRG-DaGqGVQ6lt4nmuW6Ia0fi4oAS0-6YEBE2BD89zKy9RYQyqWQcF6YJzfc6jf3fVVieNIb9rKEJrtPgGbSiLuUEf5lv7CMeiMaSKmObviFX_aRKZYbeXTfbuh3A/s1600/DSCN4696.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWfcSogrt3aQ6sAkzRG-DaGqGVQ6lt4nmuW6Ia0fi4oAS0-6YEBE2BD89zKy9RYQyqWQcF6YJzfc6jf3fVVieNIb9rKEJrtPgGbSiLuUEf5lv7CMeiMaSKmObviFX_aRKZYbeXTfbuh3A/s400/DSCN4696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548534097576528258" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">O Sing </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">of the </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sky</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Isl</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ands, my first steps on the grandmothers who are actually called Sierra Madre</span> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2svXwQ6AKsbnGVKyRnZvorMUqbJpJDJt2p5dOo0yuH9HMmobMrMbS0oenc5BzwC7nZ3Wkt4qK4xr-UFQzOocXfDMDko5Wu7uBz6vfbQrlErtBwsQkzhLshJrXA7d3vv6KvB6Rc0yd3E/s1600/DSCN4711.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX2svXwQ6AKsbnGVKyRnZvorMUqbJpJDJt2p5dOo0yuH9HMmobMrMbS0oenc5BzwC7nZ3Wkt4qK4xr-UFQzOocXfDMDko5Wu7uBz6vfbQrlErtBwsQkzhLshJrXA7d3vv6KvB6Rc0yd3E/s400/DSCN4711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548534107315403346" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">...desert </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">fo</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">othills</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> su</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ddenly teeming with saguaros give way to the seven cataracts and hundreds of stacked rocks, then a pine forest at 8000 feet...and the chem-trails disappear, giving us full access to the sun</span> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQo34uvAY0jMFkl4nqBBJxiGAhxGQS2ZBC0Apzd0O3xggwJAp4KP3hDL_0d-uO-072lsQk_ceSyUVnptavVsdDUtoJh-Pmlg-yJzYgFpaZMK2jO9HZTjFN5QlffJBczVMnxLFQkJ3LDpQ/s1600/DSCN4721.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQo34uvAY0jMFkl4nqBBJxiGAhxGQS2ZBC0Apzd0O3xggwJAp4KP3hDL_0d-uO-072lsQk_ceSyUVnptavVsdDUtoJh-Pmlg-yJzYgFpaZMK2jO9HZTjFN5QlffJBczVMnxLFQkJ3LDpQ/s400/DSCN4721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548534113064345618" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />1. Saint Catherine of Alexandria</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">(missionary man, Eusebio Francisco Kino named these mountains Santa Catalina after her, 1697)</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">"</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >Catherine liked high places,<br />High up on the hills</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >A place for making noises<br />A place for making noises</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >Noises like the whales</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >Here she</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" > built a chapel</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >Her image on the wall<br />A place where she could rest<br />A place where she could wash</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >and listen to the wind blow<br /></span> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHdWCEyOiP2n9_wiuxUQSrJBW63hViiIi5xF-wAxitH5paoWbqEAKHRW9XX0rMcSs2aLDfOU5RmW-tNTSsnvIok_YV9pVWtOSOVKT9UyMUpHP3sA5ot5bt6uI6fRNiDay6TxIAUenBw4/s1600/DSCN4708.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtHdWCEyOiP2n9_wiuxUQSrJBW63hViiIi5xF-wAxitH5paoWbqEAKHRW9XX0rMcSs2aLDfOU5RmW-tNTSsnvIok_YV9pVWtOSOVKT9UyMUpHP3sA5ot5bt6uI6fRNiDay6TxIAUenBw4/s400/DSCN4708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548539712084371378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" ><br />S</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >he</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" > dreamed of childrens</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >' voi</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >ces</span> <span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" ><br />And torture on the wheel<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjueGXW2M6fj2i68zzZl0E7-jdWl125gSOvHW7JUzMF2Nd2fiyI7RVK6X96_6n3Shgq_msYzxTgGswnk7iHlC5lXPMmZdYjrG1Mjx9ejwyQ_dfSny97N6WgDnvxsUkWKsiqnlqe16HU6k/s1600/DSCN4670.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjueGXW2M6fj2i68zzZl0E7-jdWl125gSOvHW7JUzMF2Nd2fiyI7RVK6X96_6n3Shgq_msYzxTgGswnk7iHlC5lXPMmZdYjrG1Mjx9ejwyQ_dfSny97N6WgDnvxsUkWKsiqnlqe16HU6k/s400/DSCN4670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548547778667665314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >Patron saint of nothing<br />A woman of the hills</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >She once was a lady<br />Of pleasure and high-born<br />A lady of the city<br />But now she sits and moans... and listens to the wind blow</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7-_Sd1HKbH6-v1sVM59pw9vTqGyOKd_cQqTKRWUQOaIZ_5ESO4rTdAPlquAqJrwYtQjDXW5ficxtbNFGaqREIwu6pKpFZx1PS8ex0UnTLnORLnGymLlIJBWZpt45XOkvi6pBJ0hOY6A/s1600/DSCN4713.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7-_Sd1HKbH6-v1sVM59pw9vTqGyOKd_cQqTKRWUQOaIZ_5ESO4rTdAPlquAqJrwYtQjDXW5ficxtbNFGaqREIwu6pKpFZx1PS8ex0UnTLnORLnGymLlIJBWZpt45XOkvi6pBJ0hOY6A/s400/DSCN4713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548541518761696098" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >I s</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >ee he</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >r in h</span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#cc0000;" >er chapel<br />High up on the hill<br />She must be so lonely<br />Oh Mother, can't we give<br />A husband to our Catherine<br />A handsome one, a dear<br />A rich one for the lady<br />Someone to listen with</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"*</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0TEwlCr7L446Fg8Y8wvz6UWY1M_WfcwcVkx7GpWCDDhm2lRyb6OtMWJr4J_3VOx5QPtcPe-tP4hbEoBma0ZwEXh4-1i_Ouxr_1mQRyypGuho0wcsa2mNyPToZlFXkOC3-hI-zF2ZbNo/s1600/DSCN4692.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0TEwlCr7L446Fg8Y8wvz6UWY1M_WfcwcVkx7GpWCDDhm2lRyb6OtMWJr4J_3VOx5QPtcPe-tP4hbEoBma0ZwEXh4-1i_Ouxr_1mQRyypGuho0wcsa2mNyPToZlFXkOC3-hI-zF2ZbNo/s400/DSCN4692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548542850341662274" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Sh</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">e is "the patroness of philosophers and preachers" and "spinsters" and/or "married women" or maybe "nothing" and she forsook an earthbound husband for one whose "beauty was more radiant than the shining of the sun"</span> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90sSQJgF6OLrMKnyFg80RZkyYBK-apaiQVBUHdXqTx9necaOzKCxyZauNxAINVSGZ4PFEG_xGa6ZCgtXLtXvPOiHXE72RL5ZH9GR13HJ_mxJj5231VTtmgj2VbKgBRLwaBVNgBwMUMDo/s1600/DSCN4724.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh90sSQJgF6OLrMKnyFg80RZkyYBK-apaiQVBUHdXqTx9necaOzKCxyZauNxAINVSGZ4PFEG_xGa6ZCgtXLtXvPOiHXE72RL5ZH9GR13HJ_mxJj5231VTtmgj2VbKgBRLwaBVNgBwMUMDo/s400/DSCN4724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548539700356289170" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">(*</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">"The </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Win</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">d" by PJ Harvey, 1998, about St. Catherine and the hilltop chapel close to her birthplace)</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_of_Alexandria"><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_of_Alexandria</a><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=341"><br />http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=341</a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">(Later, highest peak Mt. Lemmon was named for Sara Lemmon, botanist. It was unusual for mountain to be named for a woman by two different groups of European settlers.)<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4Ihc0q4jDt3yWd6x_A7wqxJdtr1vHLPXXbKJABODr1FcSUT-8rgqJdgLKOzNzLm3XA209z5JR9oldmurx0uPKwrqN8TxCxG1f-HdYiceLPoGl6l2KgN-G5ShEQAbGjmyMrI3CBbqF74/s1600/DSCN4725.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4Ihc0q4jDt3yWd6x_A7wqxJdtr1vHLPXXbKJABODr1FcSUT-8rgqJdgLKOzNzLm3XA209z5JR9oldmurx0uPKwrqN8TxCxG1f-HdYiceLPoGl6l2KgN-G5ShEQAbGjmyMrI3CBbqF74/s400/DSCN4725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548545298329924850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">2.SKY ISLA</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">NDS SCENIC BYWAY </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />The scenic byway is a path to another world, an evergreen island in the Sonora Desert </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dXGras2dXqaIqWG6DlCP6E0DL344rlXm7bCyZNFSwI0QmIcnxPJ6riRAlo7HStF81RkFkHuh90575JDq1stlEumNJQyZ7_ytMLY_44teCEsRFx8Rk33NksJoU3zfvaC82Z7YSZP-x9A/s1600/DSCN4671.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dXGras2dXqaIqWG6DlCP6E0DL344rlXm7bCyZNFSwI0QmIcnxPJ6riRAlo7HStF81RkFkHuh90575JDq1stlEumNJQyZ7_ytMLY_44teCEsRFx8Rk33NksJoU3zfvaC82Z7YSZP-x9A/s400/DSCN4671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548546958117542194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">3000 to 8000 feet on one road, we're just sitting above Tucson but it feels like we've gone for miles and miles in these ballet flats</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">and giants standing like rocks between canyons that will literally take your breath away...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Seven Cataracts, canyons become common as stoplights in the city...</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5kxUdTURMkkYAxC_xZV4_1bI2I3a-obM2h0DUNGE256mEWxTDdR18u9Zo8WdmgzQriGT14Un7x6PmrlL9uudltkGR4kQKAheU0EaZbbbcDzJX-tzAfZf13WCNIbaka99SUA0zRhekAv4/s1600/DSCN4705.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5kxUdTURMkkYAxC_xZV4_1bI2I3a-obM2h0DUNGE256mEWxTDdR18u9Zo8WdmgzQriGT14Un7x6PmrlL9uudltkGR4kQKAheU0EaZbbbcDzJX-tzAfZf13WCNIbaka99SUA0zRhekAv4/s400/DSCN4705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548545305043940754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mysteriously, the chem-trails that cover the valley are not in these skies! Wonder why?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">next episode, Kate Bush (another Catherine) and orgonite</span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>...<br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://friendly-village.org/skyisland.htm">http://friendly-village.org/skyisland.htm</a><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.fs.fed.us/r3/coronado/forest/recreation/scenic_drives/catalina_hwy.shtml"><br />http://www.fs.fed.us/r3/coronado/forest/recreation/scenic_drives/catalina_hwy.shtml</a>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-22855531051487689132010-11-24T18:49:00.000-08:002010-11-25T13:34:35.401-08:00Saguardians of Santa Catalina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEo-dsaRUGVHkSQw1Pbt6p4kkgYE-31v6v_sp2IyfY6-9aT5_1BQNlgTmGgPe_t7O4kvQ-4j4_sQmEsYMdTWel9Mu2UGss68BqDY4tpxdmEoXl7T_tsjUTpEjJ0-6uksfxDzOFyd2HqE/s1600/DSCN4638.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6hVTbo9L1O0Rkax-FLlTU1ARr2Amo5-1tlVaapktgqVl2onZKlv17beLTV6sV5KGNIexQvU-RHCoyPZkFw_zPIZ1_XhSGMNjDcS3y56wvu1f5gBsXZvwoGvznq86Wv07LsCK1lGAZ8vA/s400/DSCN4619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543319920935396866" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...thankful some much needed sun and an "epic sky"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpiCDtl8dEJy2eZ4eh-ztOPAALUHN3cnZsUPCo_dbo8rdCMun-vHVTfF_4TTj6fLv2dRXF9o1Cl5u8zBpuDvuqLPobDitONfUMRkRBmOT7QJAf7KaJCKVkAGgEfZ4KPQfq7XvUuTN010/s1600/DSCN4627.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpiCDtl8dEJy2eZ4eh-ztOPAALUHN3cnZsUPCo_dbo8rdCMun-vHVTfF_4TTj6fLv2dRXF9o1Cl5u8zBpuDvuqLPobDitONfUMRkRBmOT7QJAf7KaJCKVkAGgEfZ4KPQfq7XvUuTN010/s400/DSCN4627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543317555696645938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3jbVC8OUGw_50xFKJvkxK88rRu10EcXKpeqBcoxLrm92WrvEpKPhOCDRVJYlh2W-a4ElqavnqjKgzFCUUAPAap6i3KBR5Q1lzvBQ6GgQYPiaIRML4wVFNPoRLh8GoAWCExZZXLXCA7o/s1600/DSCN4628.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ3jbVC8OUGw_50xFKJvkxK88rRu10EcXKpeqBcoxLrm92WrvEpKPhOCDRVJYlh2W-a4ElqavnqjKgzFCUUAPAap6i3KBR5Q1lzvBQ6GgQYPiaIRML4wVFNPoRLh8GoAWCExZZXLXCA7o/s400/DSCN4628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543317562060132818" border="0" /></a><br />...where am I?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaanb3nMnjdScB9f55d3g3c4i1yanmYJCag5cUojW9r_C-coSbsG2Pk9gDskhdyncIchjQsNwhyphenhyphenzJdSgbx91h0lJ_uTnMlrbwvYDtzU_JFVfszL4gKhGrydXd51S9WrkkmBKX2Uk55j6Y/s1600/DSCN4621.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaanb3nMnjdScB9f55d3g3c4i1yanmYJCag5cUojW9r_C-coSbsG2Pk9gDskhdyncIchjQsNwhyphenhyphenzJdSgbx91h0lJ_uTnMlrbwvYDtzU_JFVfszL4gKhGrydXd51S9WrkkmBKX2Uk55j6Y/s400/DSCN4621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543319931652540898" border="0" /></a><br />a strange homeland security mystery, we got this strange feeling we were being followed,<br />we looked back and saw a cute tank in the desert, sweetly smiling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcE3FwNk9F-eCapf-hYllUlDqgqgsJfy_J6RVw9x5gaG_BP0QTAy7NyYiYkQW2maYYc-rkoi5xIvlMQCEyVbHfVdJdx1vN-UrJDisHVCD0T6Y8CLQVIXeNW17P4h-XXhVT6k1B1c98Fmg/s1600/DSCN4645.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcE3FwNk9F-eCapf-hYllUlDqgqgsJfy_J6RVw9x5gaG_BP0QTAy7NyYiYkQW2maYYc-rkoi5xIvlMQCEyVbHfVdJdx1vN-UrJDisHVCD0T6Y8CLQVIXeNW17P4h-XXhVT6k1B1c98Fmg/s400/DSCN4645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543322985692828178" border="0" /></a><br />but found our haven, in the shadows of the protectors of the desert, the Saguardians of Santa Catalina.Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-84191483560477280352010-11-18T18:43:00.000-08:002010-11-18T19:54:57.048-08:00wandering goats led me on: crossing the moodswing vales<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlAMQgy3zj5iLAaId3rYd5dpRQbFFJIPSC5MXtqrUanx-C70vXnxq9wbbh9S-CBSu3QsArAU8v_ACpEeDAynBlora2P3qcDVwJ886dYtH0aSNzMWtIr2dtC_b0lh2DnxdjONrQSjQdgA/s1600/DSCN4588.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlAMQgy3zj5iLAaId3rYd5dpRQbFFJIPSC5MXtqrUanx-C70vXnxq9wbbh9S-CBSu3QsArAU8v_ACpEeDAynBlora2P3qcDVwJ886dYtH0aSNzMWtIr2dtC_b0lh2DnxdjONrQSjQdgA/s400/DSCN4588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541093246610686658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFakplVIHu4jJZVnuwzhEzvXR4nr6rgM9W6YzHc7D3PvB2tiBo-wnm9MlbUKguqFi6HmHdJ-NfOskCd33LeJ5oDDxjSUlA8Bp1Grun3vTpR-hv-U3oDFE1BT0-RC-Xk61y3RZxeM01TNM/s1600/DSCN4593.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFakplVIHu4jJZVnuwzhEzvXR4nr6rgM9W6YzHc7D3PvB2tiBo-wnm9MlbUKguqFi6HmHdJ-NfOskCd33LeJ5oDDxjSUlA8Bp1Grun3vTpR-hv-U3oDFE1BT0-RC-Xk61y3RZxeM01TNM/s400/DSCN4593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541093466495864418" border="0" /></a><br />It all began with a trip to the Wandering Goat coffeebar in Eugene. wind, rains, and lonely days getting me down, this was an escape through a hole in a cloud from the escape I was in.<br />The 44th parallel, that hazy space where sun worship leads the way, even amid clouds and rain.<br />a sign that the trollbridges of the City of Roses could not keep me much longer.<br />and the rains and wind kept blowing, the grey winter coming soon and so with them my moodswing fell as well,<br />I needed the mountain, the pulse from deep inside it<br />I needed the sun, must open clouds to find it<br />but even on the way out through green swept vales she can't make up her mind<br />the angels have the honey, they're just so hard to find<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_7-yau-yKguKNHyzmgXn8JOQidfnRog0xqhX3FSl1PKGpu0E5Zkc2uE2n8JSlwQ7WM36Yc38kU9PtnHAcq-1vkoOUtu-L4ggdrpHELOn_XMNmbxCtRSCs6bfdNLvOjFpJVfljj3c-18/s1600/DSCN4604.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_7-yau-yKguKNHyzmgXn8JOQidfnRog0xqhX3FSl1PKGpu0E5Zkc2uE2n8JSlwQ7WM36Yc38kU9PtnHAcq-1vkoOUtu-L4ggdrpHELOn_XMNmbxCtRSCs6bfdNLvOjFpJVfljj3c-18/s400/DSCN4604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541099318725251442" border="0" /></a><br />ooh, Umpqua is a place on earth<br />land of the thousand cookies and waterfalls<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRs-STBjGjZiSkTh6rIfZd3ogZf26msrp1UtZOBmUWvq97CX9txzTQl_RNpla94YlFZskgpAMm2YXCn270FjZaWq2Lqxpts3d3jNg9Rg66HQsLlTnRAoc98L4AcQO0kReOxifzVETprM/s1600/DSCN4596.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRs-STBjGjZiSkTh6rIfZd3ogZf26msrp1UtZOBmUWvq97CX9txzTQl_RNpla94YlFZskgpAMm2YXCn270FjZaWq2Lqxpts3d3jNg9Rg66HQsLlTnRAoc98L4AcQO0kReOxifzVETprM/s400/DSCN4596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541100716896887538" border="0" /></a><br />but she still can't make up her mind<br />Siskiyou what are you trying to do? please let us through.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87kvkS0jXqcBK6UCm_dtM6de7DK-x_Iw1HTr5Y9w3XlpIpN2FZz8iJF5RxlskGdruQPgyxEf9UrF_a_VqJwSspV6CsH4wNKl4y6ZMFN5skupSpiCNxW0hvTyXRXWa7vgvy4s1t6F681w/s1600/DSCN4609.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87kvkS0jXqcBK6UCm_dtM6de7DK-x_Iw1HTr5Y9w3XlpIpN2FZz8iJF5RxlskGdruQPgyxEf9UrF_a_VqJwSspV6CsH4wNKl4y6ZMFN5skupSpiCNxW0hvTyXRXWa7vgvy4s1t6F681w/s400/DSCN4609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541103879604552450" border="0" /></a>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-10163974710304263572010-11-18T17:56:00.000-08:002010-11-18T18:42:55.193-08:00once there was sun: the Lower MacLeay Park, Portland<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4F6_TDmvZWzPDXHzCeDdFdrufyzbXpnM1TY9Uytd10OhimgOiyIShF8Sru0XtJnh8BvI21hPdRsJdZdObnh19MRVwIAYHlTKuG8-W3bkicslMPmEMjg29ajs5NnJydY28DbpPywL4Tc/s1600/DSCN4536.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU4F6_TDmvZWzPDXHzCeDdFdrufyzbXpnM1TY9Uytd10OhimgOiyIShF8Sru0XtJnh8BvI21hPdRsJdZdObnh19MRVwIAYHlTKuG8-W3bkicslMPmEMjg29ajs5NnJydY28DbpPywL4Tc/s400/DSCN4536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541077565301492370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1BvCWGTofTGmDxLpngEdRHPhuBJPq2oTPRbQNBLyJs9kMeJCJnau3tByyw22y9ysIu1RlGDHY3DME5TolMH6OqQUPceKHKJlyWknJtuwV_heb4UkWcY5Ia6Y6JffUD1xEtTuIdnLiK4/s1600/DSCN4539.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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Tabor, topped by Mt. Hood hiding behind a cloud. it's all here, in front of us.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgro1V6HQ6HxlIExX9KNuPALO1gFcOCa-7iKwgxvLxQUPATJIGtV4B3s0JOqQ8HPBG7h5ez1E9XxlyaPBcWeUzA1jHrwWsqG5R9N-6D8HjhZBdyfzjcs_Kz7Sc2w9IDIKpO16tQOynTmNo/s1600/DSCN4563.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgro1V6HQ6HxlIExX9KNuPALO1gFcOCa-7iKwgxvLxQUPATJIGtV4B3s0JOqQ8HPBG7h5ez1E9XxlyaPBcWeUzA1jHrwWsqG5R9N-6D8HjhZBdyfzjcs_Kz7Sc2w9IDIKpO16tQOynTmNo/s400/DSCN4563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541084486222279074" border="0" /></a>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-77973354301625672392010-10-28T15:23:00.000-07:002010-10-28T16:05:40.975-07:00There is nothing more Portland than Mount Tabor, boom, boom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDrl0yvpl11km46SgaE541cJXC_QNEA5MghxF_JbOlkFKKEhHP8TOa8MbcKGr-PVLS3-ZKfbqkYfNTVfNm953l-UrqaVEc2QcCbLQTlZH4STAuEQC6xKtLJmQQHVZMk7WlYsn0K6szGM/s1600/DSCN4512.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDrl0yvpl11km46SgaE541cJXC_QNEA5MghxF_JbOlkFKKEhHP8TOa8MbcKGr-PVLS3-ZKfbqkYfNTVfNm953l-UrqaVEc2QcCbLQTlZH4STAuEQC6xKtLJmQQHVZMk7WlYsn0K6szGM/s400/DSCN4512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533236681157350034" border="0" /></a><br />....and left this fertile land....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQh6rGkH5LdhCjk3h6bzPwnTJoIsrO0DuTQ3y7jZnJYHs0kIyyhdJOinxASJCXriY3F-8ZzL4Z8PE58cDVpzIxUBd4Jfe5t-qRM-ion5zm_3cXq8ENSNIDyu1eccwW8fLasdtM3snl1Y/s1600/DSCN4517.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQh6rGkH5LdhCjk3h6bzPwnTJoIsrO0DuTQ3y7jZnJYHs0kIyyhdJOinxASJCXriY3F-8ZzL4Z8PE58cDVpzIxUBd4Jfe5t-qRM-ion5zm_3cXq8ENSNIDyu1eccwW8fLasdtM3snl1Y/s400/DSCN4517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533233856504846658" border="0" /></a><br />When the rains come and you're feeling down in the Rosy City, nothing quite compares to a visit to Mount Tabor. This is the Portland I remember, the fir smell, the air, one climb and it all came back. The old volcano is a temple of peace in this city, no other city I've been to has anything like it. The ancient fire within warms your heart, others in the park notice it too, it's a little like on Shasta but uniquely itself in its easy reachability. Several buslines take you there, the 14, 15, and 4 at least all go near, and if you have a car you can drive up at least part of the way. Need a break from hipsters on Hawthorne? Look east and up.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclDPIXcF-dBqGtXGtABJnM5TJnLoHWro3fZVHH_8htPNXj45siLSg12FCCBQHxcesmo1F2qjjlB8ZJP49vqZo1FSKwbknj2M7JqHX3FwATesc2wNTyk4ivmNMQPJL1wWgDHWQ3jO-cHU/s1600/DSCN4524.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclDPIXcF-dBqGtXGtABJnM5TJnLoHWro3fZVHH_8htPNXj45siLSg12FCCBQHxcesmo1F2qjjlB8ZJP49vqZo1FSKwbknj2M7JqHX3FwATesc2wNTyk4ivmNMQPJL1wWgDHWQ3jO-cHU/s400/DSCN4524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533233868052540674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vMXeh5mc6WF_kqioIlQooMY_pKh2QOD8Qjd9YY8Xxg8p23jDPSJtywUSQZ9sAlcc9CIWYwD4A_dnCMyJoi5QcRUIP_qgchUi5E02dqYQRzKQDlZmqIP1oYU-q5B29rA_WuCj7_LuT9Q/s1600/DSCN4518.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRN3EBCKQJTqYjJs8uQcJhadA5MBF2rrQdcbuettqGek2W2Mcgyw9fVTH9BNgqjKRYsPDnBX7zdqb37Jr6L0c2Gw-VjkRC4YEiuKfHT-nGUw13kqgN7AIZxjNQ1Hbjt-5NIDR-ozgg3bw/s400/DSCN4515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533233877418980770" border="0" /></a><br />To the west look down at the city, to the east look out at Hana, Mount Hood<br />Sister of Tabor<br />Hana stands clear with glowing white hair<br />a little pink in the setting sun<br />her sister called and said come see me<br />so now I am here and today the sky's clear<br />so I could walk cross the evergreen branch and go and see Her too<br />"It's cold up here," She says, "are you prepared?<br />And storms come quick so leave if you're scared."<br />Then the wind whistled and all I could see<br />was millions of Firs putting hands out for me<br />Timberline, she died here and her ashes were spread<br />falling like rain on Hana's white head<br />On adventurous days, she says, her hair turns pink<br />come next sunny day and I'll get you a drink (spring)<br />oh Hana oh Hana we sit and watch you from Tabor's green hall in the fall<br />and down will come baby, Craters and all<br /><br />hoods like hana<br />craters and allArianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-66763516289536777532010-10-24T20:11:00.000-07:002010-10-24T20:46:31.295-07:00Fallow Tales<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5O1-EKkywloPi_Ked2uW5NRxAAeQWqWmJPfHR8dlqSYclcNzv1XEJZY3ZtXoH_yG3-er8QXBfdMtwMyaGSIHZ3k4cZSh-uivfbN49QhvtQSb0XT2ybFaykfkdR6BA0E8-0TypS4pL1I/s1600/Fallow+Tales+cover+part+by+Lynlee.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-TAeBtpo21sqlXDigYYkzv1CNrudIUEQ5v3Go3BRd-0uXhgOgoCY-QfViTsKnnl4hiN9zaU9nRRuInTnuz8Wgr4G8RXBEEQ5-j5qSEwzcS7oh4Cg5VJYze1MT8veSCgXcH5HZu1np234/s400/DSCN4465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531817361134858578" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOh_rWMgyALJNr3DDWj0fYU_hMm41HONaN8zXVCwf1s1JKzMBi6nd7l3_6K7Nzr1gkI0DvOev_MMgKkRcWH6O7LxXPV97u7EqDWuTnwp-IoZx60bSviCwrArjmkCtm8-6yZ5HKUaZfEbo/s1600/Ari+w+drum+Ballers+Club+May+10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOh_rWMgyALJNr3DDWj0fYU_hMm41HONaN8zXVCwf1s1JKzMBi6nd7l3_6K7Nzr1gkI0DvOev_MMgKkRcWH6O7LxXPV97u7EqDWuTnwp-IoZx60bSviCwrArjmkCtm8-6yZ5HKUaZfEbo/s400/Ari+w+drum+Ballers+Club+May+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531817363634503794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuUcdqSQzBD-CUUd64gX_vOshiLAoV7AERZQhYgKLduZuIj8_PjC9GqPoVe3JviJPJIQkZ-3BUzmZ2zAP8XN8P2AACHerft_bNrb4uzdwYRBprsw4OGcD9nnSPVVdOMQqFo5xgRaHrck/s1600/Fallow+Tales+Folder+by+Lynlee.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWuUcdqSQzBD-CUUd64gX_vOshiLAoV7AERZQhYgKLduZuIj8_PjC9GqPoVe3JviJPJIQkZ-3BUzmZ2zAP8XN8P2AACHerft_bNrb4uzdwYRBprsw4OGcD9nnSPVVdOMQqFo5xgRaHrck/s400/Fallow+Tales+Folder+by+Lynlee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531817355625387362" border="0" /></a><br />FALLOW TALES, the fourth Found Objects of Desire album....<br /><br />from the flowerhouse of sapodilla to the northwest woods, from a crow sheltering her crops on a barren prairie to a waking volcano mama-to-be, we carry the messages back to Appalachia on our mixed up caribou...<br /><br />...officially released on Fall Equinox 2010 along with a Flee-market at CouchCouch Theatre in Atlanta, GA...<br /><br />songs:<br />snow white and blue (columbia gorge in winter)<br />anubis then coyote (high desert in summer, california)<br />mount tabor birthing song (cascade volcano near the clackamas)<br />lodgepole pine (the great northwest)<br />dig deeper, darling (ancient heartbeats, seed verse thanks to Greg of Streason)<br />crow day (sand creek, crossroad of the west)<br />my apprehensive stolen heart (new version of old traveling song)<br />trahlyta (cedar mountain, gold country north georgia)<br />rising fawn (cloudland canyon, keown falls, the hills from chattanooga back to atlanta)<br /><br />cover art by lynlee, priestess of sugar creek<br />recorded at sugar creek in atlanta, ga<br />produced by sean t conlon, the irish lion<br />drums by melissa lonely<br />lead guitar, backing vocals, other stuff by lynlee<br />guitar, keyboard, hand percussion, lead vocals by arianna<br /><br />everyone is currently doing solo collaborations<br />for a cd ($5 sugg doe-nation) contact arianna <br />arianna.fawnrising@gmail.com<br /><br />www.myspace.com/foundobjectsofdesireArianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-50293484769297643042010-10-22T15:48:00.000-07:002010-10-22T17:00:48.925-07:00miles and miles in black ballet flats: my first autumn day in Forest Park, Portland...<span style="font-family:verdana;">MILEPOST 17 or SO</span>...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBg-h3vuoNnnYb4XTlRsZIGb4isDKMLzaZekJEujxxv5ZyJDvXkC-nTR967aB29_zOq_Dv7fy3Y4JBCCBCcK1tGIJXeTBGASAJDKFsL1N8qOeXXz8v5YgJf6dazszoujDbJfiVOacny_Q/s1600/DSCN4490.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf8TT66TpQqmU_VrXYZK5D-NpP6DKzP5ax2y5ZLvqhSRMtykxP6qbTXc-kVm68gylD2cyWcw2_xkDXi2vdUOBQ39kbij_VfPmngHcK85Ypy2YwNyQzo-ZV2lh88Xdl3lyfXDGTm89_-Qg/s400/DSCN4464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011797131627618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivRvsxwH6hHzwY0lyvcohUrsZsMcy-F2WlaX8bmcK2J-zkZhdIdEO9R-dWwdDDgpHIwwccDW_WelWIFdJXQlkxOIDz5wk9KDnmraX4AKTSJ_h7AY2-q8QssMjlVdxBPXbyASr4rL_YPNo/s1600/DSCN4500.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivRvsxwH6hHzwY0lyvcohUrsZsMcy-F2WlaX8bmcK2J-zkZhdIdEO9R-dWwdDDgpHIwwccDW_WelWIFdJXQlkxOIDz5wk9KDnmraX4AKTSJ_h7AY2-q8QssMjlVdxBPXbyASr4rL_YPNo/s400/DSCN4500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011813122606114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">on </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">a fal</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">len</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">t</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">r</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ee</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> in Forest Park</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">dewy mush fungus white pod things and longhair moss, green shag carpet and the hollies and ferns along the halloway</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqYl8dqgWF2-F-JsF1Njb3meF8fwlWwObPnan479TEBkD0AcmWycm97ThhzFzl3FZh_ZN2KI8UvRYiq3uqfzjjNVj49MSRD1H1t7TOrBVM1mpmpLTQec_S9UL_hzlxYG4lQlUsAMJdIA/s1600/DSCN4468.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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I'm deep in a forest.<br />Wait. the MAX goes through a tunnel deep beneath this Tualatin hill.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">...Now I hear voices, human voices, sounds like a radio or phone. (?!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm just taking pictures of mushrooms here, up there glistening in the sun.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9D1zV3HTGz-4zC3nvdnqcF3mUxHEof02X7-uRBowmtnoqfdQ4qDSDLJ6DVuh0icP8khgSU_93ZmuVtylNhXAhhB7KFFhM-z0bqbuOGRO8ACaSl3sVmfIvHpblzAZHtMnDXxh2DxFwqo/s1600/DSCN4482.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9D1zV3HTGz-4zC3nvdnqcF3mUxHEof02X7-uRBowmtnoqfdQ4qDSDLJ6DVuh0icP8khgSU_93ZmuVtylNhXAhhB7KFFhM-z0bqbuOGRO8ACaSl3sVmfIvHpblzAZHtMnDXxh2DxFwqo/s400/DSCN4482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011807031063298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3_S4bUjP8HKfdsnTePr-ojmRC58ETgWBJAKyWpNYq15Bfja_nF6BbFRk6b-2mB2DdZGbC20DC4R8QXTnoLSejZ7ozsjZRWw5civwgoihXeX3EXqci3-LPZsekHEmgEX_9pzCKIStkVY/s1600/DSCN4476.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3_S4bUjP8HKfdsnTePr-ojmRC58ETgWBJAKyWpNYq15Bfja_nF6BbFRk6b-2mB2DdZGbC20DC4R8QXTnoLSejZ7ozsjZRWw5civwgoihXeX3EXqci3-LPZsekHEmgEX_9pzCKIStkVY/s400/DSCN4476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011801772739810" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDvTlp2GfJ_jIK8Pe9qpxdpc1Jgt_L4jr7kjZqBd3XHJqtTo9ZDDcsJHdwq4woQG2rZg2s9z-JN5anKhioZqw82HoXWONRN5FQV0EUdT_QtqvpsYxf86M1qTTrVS9pdGWfSLac8eTkBY/s1600/DSCN4477.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhDvTlp2GfJ_jIK8Pe9qpxdpc1Jgt_L4jr7kjZqBd3XHJqtTo9ZDDcsJHdwq4woQG2rZg2s9z-JN5anKhioZqw82HoXWONRN5FQV0EUdT_QtqvpsYxf86M1qTTrVS9pdGWfSLac8eTkBY/s400/DSCN4477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531011806337108754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">what would the deer that ran by say?<br />I've walked to get here a long way.<br />Miles and miles in Ballet Flats.<br />I'm the guard of the fallen trees -<br />sword as splinter to the tramps<br />who pass though the moss house of faerys</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Miles and Miles in ballet flats.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I walk this far to show you that<br />I can - alone and guided by no man<br /><br />Miles and miles in ballet flats<br />I seek to find you, sister dear</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">whether playa or Under Ice</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I feeel your heart pumping so near</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cCR8aqVXJovawRpaXr5sal6wtAAINpsos_mxq2KOYh9HU1NYHlhf-NsZeGMOJEWRzaRSNGcUa2Fxk4l_iiOJQFyi4gwk4ILvkbRTWHPEH0OAvcaie8sOOoHEP8_n6NVqTzBx0BG9cq0/s1600/DSCN4506.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cCR8aqVXJovawRpaXr5sal6wtAAINpsos_mxq2KOYh9HU1NYHlhf-NsZeGMOJEWRzaRSNGcUa2Fxk4l_iiOJQFyi4gwk4ILvkbRTWHPEH0OAvcaie8sOOoHEP8_n6NVqTzBx0BG9cq0/s400/DSCN4506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531021807478976738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />For Faith is still a Flatiron, and I mean the mountain,<br />just before a quick storm<br />and Hope is Saint John, waiting for the bus over his bridge<br />in the rain again at 5 pm</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">and then there's Other sister, you,<br />sunning yourself on a piece of the rock you found at the base of an Altar that </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">forms a Bridge<br />connecting the faerys from here but I've heard youmay fall -<br />no you'll swing like Wallenda on Tallulah but will NOT fall<br />if you are walking in Black Ballet Flats!!!<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0Jblb5J53P0A4jFZwwYezmLULXlefz3UkQYCW8FW3wCzP2Ovo76rTzkQMtOxkWIYlAOCFgARhD0v_rx4bZRTP5e8nYf8bY92Bvp3_elIPYXXV5YJ_Vr7yn-NBkOFAZzDXQbBSaa3dJY/s1600/DSCN4503.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0Jblb5J53P0A4jFZwwYezmLULXlefz3UkQYCW8FW3wCzP2Ovo76rTzkQMtOxkWIYlAOCFgARhD0v_rx4bZRTP5e8nYf8bY92Bvp3_elIPYXXV5YJ_Vr7yn-NBkOFAZzDXQbBSaa3dJY/s400/DSCN4503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531019259318809874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzB547I0dTqro_zvWIQwoREKYksRKAt13fpfM6m9PAze-kCguOAfSQQVUxez6K4UkTCedAVhgY7wNe_2hRg6C9IAv92HsChpq_9QTLn09ozJuK99ts8dX4YBzTw511PQmnhtcdKdAQFw/s1600/DSCN4485.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzB547I0dTqro_zvWIQwoREKYksRKAt13fpfM6m9PAze-kCguOAfSQQVUxez6K4UkTCedAVhgY7wNe_2hRg6C9IAv92HsChpq_9QTLn09ozJuK99ts8dX4YBzTw511PQmnhtcdKdAQFw/s400/DSCN4485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531019270561953330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">LEAF ERIKSEN<br />Among the firs which are not really firs, they look more like ferns (cause they're Western Red Cedars)<br />Ballet Slippers are a gift from the faerys, made by the gnomes.<br />Oh my, it's getting cloudy, if these shoes get wet, I have to find the Orc to make me a towel in his mill by the river below</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">(it's polluting the river, but he's a holdout from th</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">e old days,<br />he has a boat and he lives in Oswego and has several Beavers as Maids)</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifvq73RgKBDPl4jXT5ECFpCCWxNeDWfj46Skcm4pTAfC16TmUgym6MOA6JoxZ-G2PstQDwkGf6jGCYLjKRMK16QFvcuIKkNi8pRKZ4c3NCgMZyEg8FqY132pWm0bJjtkZV7xxc7_wwV_Q/s1600/DSCN4507.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifvq73RgKBDPl4jXT5ECFpCCWxNeDWfj46Skcm4pTAfC16TmUgym6MOA6JoxZ-G2PstQDwkGf6jGCYLjKRMK16QFvcuIKkNi8pRKZ4c3NCgMZyEg8FqY132pWm0bJjtkZV7xxc7_wwV_Q/s400/DSCN4507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531021815118424034" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.portlandonline.com/parks/finder/index.cfm?PropertyID=127&action=ViewPark">About the park</a>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-39223484690928538272010-10-22T15:33:00.000-07:002010-10-22T15:48:19.152-07:00Cathedral Park, North Portland, OR: Bridge Worship<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGy6s-Z9ZnL1RKG8N-92dQfOAPbEHbcZW9-c2IL3Ia9Afl9V-fz9c6v7Rw7bHBS4jxPj6cOAElSLY-IdtxegN95bop91XACStsIGiyyqEGk3_Ob5wHNBCnIh8i68QKf2mOn39i-WUjtc/s1600/DSCN4456.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGy6s-Z9ZnL1RKG8N-92dQfOAPbEHbcZW9-c2IL3Ia9Afl9V-fz9c6v7Rw7bHBS4jxPj6cOAElSLY-IdtxegN95bop91XACStsIGiyyqEGk3_Ob5wHNBCnIh8i68QKf2mOn39i-WUjtc/s400/DSCN4456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003604704162578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8NqYZfrndt4d_KpuqtL8-QCWorrPSzUxLcwh23xGkcsBG8aapVLZmFdfv2k7ohFuxo-3VW0KhrKQ1NUGAs1MyEQbbmCxt-Hq0uuTVI9T0jSRTZrksWl_A2WladmNUhaN-ydvGNhyphenhyphencqY/s1600/DSCN4452.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8NqYZfrndt4d_KpuqtL8-QCWorrPSzUxLcwh23xGkcsBG8aapVLZmFdfv2k7ohFuxo-3VW0KhrKQ1NUGAs1MyEQbbmCxt-Hq0uuTVI9T0jSRTZrksWl_A2WladmNUhaN-ydvGNhyphenhyphencqY/s400/DSCN4452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003600440760258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisMGijzM95L4h2WmkUgIIAo4ndWTxJUckGfg0r4np76sP0RrEcKkLSuMazwNZ1VDLDGyg0FwVOzUU2OjZIKC08uFFmn596Ny2JfL-4a18PtLU9jawJ8WIrLQ2vrNmgUptzEnsJpPiyajM/s1600/DSCN4448.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisMGijzM95L4h2WmkUgIIAo4ndWTxJUckGfg0r4np76sP0RrEcKkLSuMazwNZ1VDLDGyg0FwVOzUU2OjZIKC08uFFmn596Ny2JfL-4a18PtLU9jawJ8WIrLQ2vrNmgUptzEnsJpPiyajM/s400/DSCN4448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003597351972610" border="0" /></a><br />one of the first things I did when I arrived back on the grid in the beautiful town of Portland was walk down to Cathedral Park on the Willamette River, under the shadow of Saint John's bridge. so thankful to be here I am. walked down the grey sandy shore, "oh dirty river come let me in" - sleater-kinney<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL5w6Pxhsiej2o_qYkiGykg3di70FeXH-m9x2hCDDkAAiIVsXkZ-09zq2AK1pW_yUT8edevgH44hdWKAd99nAaK6cJQiOXzemvsu_YAaai1lqGi5Cs3KOBZsjlSUivK_JvPSZniCwbQE/s1600/DSCN4461.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL5w6Pxhsiej2o_qYkiGykg3di70FeXH-m9x2hCDDkAAiIVsXkZ-09zq2AK1pW_yUT8edevgH44hdWKAd99nAaK6cJQiOXzemvsu_YAaai1lqGi5Cs3KOBZsjlSUivK_JvPSZniCwbQE/s400/DSCN4461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531003609642968930" border="0" /></a>from standing on the bridgeArianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-87173547530668393402010-09-09T12:38:00.000-07:002010-09-09T12:54:36.398-07:00'Econfina Spring to swim in, so I just jumped in the Crick: North Bay County, FL (Yellow)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDuoU08D-CqBQAVrRZtoc2QuQphLXQ7HFv4sgHFPlGtweRwdmES5E29zaErKhtKOfERy89QYSzSos_YO-tWVGvP7eMZZHkNpUDIlQnxN8rNA36VxAJnW5bn0dWYtBVzjCqbk9VDlHMxY/s1600/DSCN4261.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihDuoU08D-CqBQAVrRZtoc2QuQphLXQ7HFv4sgHFPlGtweRwdmES5E29zaErKhtKOfERy89QYSzSos_YO-tWVGvP7eMZZHkNpUDIlQnxN8rNA36VxAJnW5bn0dWYtBVzjCqbk9VDlHMxY/s400/DSCN4261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515004131238263938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Heey y'all PC beechers! So the main watersource feeder of Panama City, Econfina Creek, is also lined with natural springs on its upper section. Again, most of 'em are only accessible by canoe, and the public spring (Pitt) was closed for renovations when I tried to visit it. Near the closed park and the FL-20 bridge is a canoe launch, fairly popular with locals who suggested I just swim in the river. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">So I did - jumped in the yellow-toned clear sandy water and waded/dog-paddled up the current to the spring exit and back down, and it was exactly as desired - wild yet calm, safe yet with solitude, each river a distinctly unique experience and the greatest gift to the towns they serve. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq17NfFT_vuKAUwWs7HGsRV7-roMGegVLtkbJgJOiipn0wwf6ruFZywsCon0uUckPyerjhRYvNPNwj-hurv60rts9A_AR4IIEOBjat9d_TumDsIdkI37MPNibKjYrM1cZUzIpk9bYAVs/s1600/DSCN4262.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq17NfFT_vuKAUwWs7HGsRV7-roMGegVLtkbJgJOiipn0wwf6ruFZywsCon0uUckPyerjhRYvNPNwj-hurv60rts9A_AR4IIEOBjat9d_TumDsIdkI37MPNibKjYrM1cZUzIpk9bYAVs/s400/DSCN4262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515004149841686882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">From PC: go up FL-77, turn right at Hwy 20, go a few miles till you see the sign for Econfina Creek Canoe Livery, then it's at both sides of the bridge, on the left. As they say, "nothin' could be finer than the econfina!"<br /></span>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-80634341958950419032010-09-06T18:38:00.000-07:002010-09-06T18:59:57.187-07:00that sweet sweet emerald Chipola: Marianna, FL (Green)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVPClPMNej5_xRGCL9p9Gd5WrqBmCSmC7BCq8zuDJ_viCJf5xVZZLW9qtyTd8lzBdsp4RDS4sZh27iKx1IOsaM-v-rOgF19qoQEmq38yFApkGur7AkTmkZyyCX3fWq3oKeElxJfEecFI/s1600/DSCN4253.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVPClPMNej5_xRGCL9p9Gd5WrqBmCSmC7BCq8zuDJ_viCJf5xVZZLW9qtyTd8lzBdsp4RDS4sZh27iKx1IOsaM-v-rOgF19qoQEmq38yFApkGur7AkTmkZyyCX3fWq3oKeElxJfEecFI/s400/DSCN4253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513984977490485986" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Last year when touring Florida's natural springs, I just barely mentioned the Chipola River, going underground on the escarpment in Florida Caverns State Park. Well, we come to find out it is fed by almost 65 springs, from its initial rise on the Alabama/Florida border through Marianna, its emerald-toned water and holy limestone banks winding along, often only a mile from civilization but feeling far removed from it. Spring Creek (aka Jackson Blue Springs) is its largest tributary, and it contains several springs, mostly only accessible via water travel.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi8saUsfNACLa3Z-0fvddTF1-oI82sFDVg50c3rHgiUBPbKPRxETKvoZyAX5fzX4_eJsBZBLH7SYzSb7k3PvgFMACue5C1XM9tq2I-MiDNSwkYjzL7U7TFDuQNrmXinQC6RkfQudumoU/s1600/DSCN4239.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi8saUsfNACLa3Z-0fvddTF1-oI82sFDVg50c3rHgiUBPbKPRxETKvoZyAX5fzX4_eJsBZBLH7SYzSb7k3PvgFMACue5C1XM9tq2I-MiDNSwkYjzL7U7TFDuQNrmXinQC6RkfQudumoU/s400/DSCN4239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513984975139206658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />You can get in at Spring Creek county (Jackson) Park off US-90 just outside of town, by the Chipola Greenway from a dirt road off FL-73 between downtown and the bridge over I-10, or one of several boat landings upstream or downstream from these. The upper Chipola feels oh so magical, sweet, and pure! but closer to the Dead Lakes and its swampy merges with the Apalachicola it turns into a "regular" dark coastal river. </span>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-72649216811465070052010-09-06T17:43:00.000-07:002010-09-06T17:55:29.420-07:00HELL is full of Cypress Trees and Lilypads (Brown and occasionally Red)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzqeMq3xX_8zAa-8t3eYrjcMpOjP87KRg_0aPe6tHvBNKNZQWQnE9X4jyPy4TAGF6bw1gfJd1sgYRIjfzrkowhVese6693wHkGiGrNHkIWm2QyxemnoWLRsOsJAiyC_8RVvwtGjREp9M/s1600/DSCN4228.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzqeMq3xX_8zAa-8t3eYrjcMpOjP87KRg_0aPe6tHvBNKNZQWQnE9X4jyPy4TAGF6bw1gfJd1sgYRIjfzrkowhVese6693wHkGiGrNHkIWm2QyxemnoWLRsOsJAiyC_8RVvwtGjREp9M/s400/DSCN4228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513967818826343522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">when I talked last year about the wildness of natural Florida I missed a few places...namely that east bank of the mostly undeveloped Apalachicola River, with the Apalachicola National Forest, a town called Sumatra, and the most unwelcoming-named parkland ever, Tate's Hell State Forest! </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8tzzbKTnGn4DHKYwldlGia8hk6lzNDGWgMXPHbu4_hnRMpIAYM0Z4mLMaapbAM_-VVPGuxwPw8Ro4I43xwvXPecQGDbFn55Hor51kMRM1nwe8JzizVqfAorPoXf7pj-Jsv7bVNPWGpLQ/s1600/tates_small_webmap.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8tzzbKTnGn4DHKYwldlGia8hk6lzNDGWgMXPHbu4_hnRMpIAYM0Z4mLMaapbAM_-VVPGuxwPw8Ro4I43xwvXPecQGDbFn55Hor51kMRM1nwe8JzizVqfAorPoXf7pj-Jsv7bVNPWGpLQ/s400/tates_small_webmap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513966208687120994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When we first arrived the swamp was strangely silent, and the complex network of gravel roads was very confusing with occasional mudholes. </span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">But after a night camping under bright moonlight with a shore breeze, we found the forest teeming with wildlife- deer, an eagle, owls just after dawn, however they make themselves scarce so you won't see them unless you're on foot in the woods. Dwarf- cypress trees stand among the pines in some swampier areas, and there </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">are interesting finds in others...and a fountain spring by our campsite, near the </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">slow, dark waters of the New Riv</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">er.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCfHbehSwj_CYx4HI9hFxtme10RXKtKo6JuJ0n_ZXwbd9sf_pjL9tbWNllWHVGc4X4J7WGglzNui4T50h4i7Z6CzJtgXzY5cCmU2ESIyFne_ymBrTiflteAE0YdPEWU0NDcs9udYfQSY/s1600/DSCN4226.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCfHbehSwj_CYx4HI9hFxtme10RXKtKo6JuJ0n_ZXwbd9sf_pjL9tbWNllWHVGc4X4J7WGglzNui4T50h4i7Z6CzJtgXzY5cCmU2ESIyFne_ymBrTiflteAE0YdPEWU0NDcs9udYfQSY/s400/DSCN4226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513967805581562050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAeETQHP-Yx-P0p2h3ik0idBFwoyMOn4R_RtUSNLiIxPL_UlE45pwrpNQFVZUg0KflNmEtyoX30PKIbYDx2GZC_jUCLIWF5dESD9edIQve3SbUJZ4G33hUtDFk8WuWsgTFJOdjpCb3E8I/s1600/DSCN4224.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAeETQHP-Yx-P0p2h3ik0idBFwoyMOn4R_RtUSNLiIxPL_UlE45pwrpNQFVZUg0KflNmEtyoX30PKIbYDx2GZC_jUCLIWF5dESD9edIQve3SbUJZ4G33hUtDFk8WuWsgTFJOdjpCb3E8I/s400/DSCN4224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513967810787783042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8lBIxJ_HXeWIS3boLnj0MaUgQXRXDxHMQgxpyEZHCUwHuc-UVVraVj6glieL8PAyODvmxSXom6knRxbIeF0D0flKD8soNe6tQ9As0Kmg1xOboQE2K-5f4e-_5crIJxKtNlahCLlTCZA/s1600/DSCN4216.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA8lBIxJ_HXeWIS3boLnj0MaUgQXRXDxHMQgxpyEZHCUwHuc-UVVraVj6glieL8PAyODvmxSXom6knRxbIeF0D0flKD8soNe6tQ9As0Kmg1xOboQE2K-5f4e-_5crIJxKtNlahCLlTCZA/s400/DSCN4216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513967801410409074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">f</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">or</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> the story</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> of Cebe Tate </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">and the origin of the forest name...http://www.tateshell.com/</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">and for official park information...http://www.fl-dof.com/state_forests/tates_hell.html</span>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-86808833738742992182010-07-29T16:09:00.000-07:002010-07-29T19:59:48.647-07:00Mama Shasta and Mama Lassen's Volcanic Love: burning hearts of the pacific crest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyAr49Sj2N_XJoiXZcKHwxHM7jUtU-RER91IFrEP2mxluORcAJ3DMkA6AcDC_Dty88SBdbc4SNx9gHj535HUF504Ruo2g4nD4vrU_tRNpAQSYFTg2N8N8b14TwcPSGquGxbcIaWD8zeU/s1600/DSCN4175.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyAr49Sj2N_XJoiXZcKHwxHM7jUtU-RER91IFrEP2mxluORcAJ3DMkA6AcDC_Dty88SBdbc4SNx9gHj535HUF504Ruo2g4nD4vrU_tRNpAQSYFTg2N8N8b14TwcPSGquGxbcIaWD8zeU/s400/DSCN4175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499499605301245586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDBPqYnVCxzX6JD-Tb3A_CzQ7YvnxciJIh3x5nvl122E5TAr2m2n9sv5qo5DH-reyWpCFVf7p4LEUlwhWATdOmxsuAVolLkjrjqXFJLmUD7T6BLAM33CW6-A79BcXe6xz4-vC4NFCkBc/s1600/DSCN4194.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDBPqYnVCxzX6JD-Tb3A_CzQ7YvnxciJIh3x5nvl122E5TAr2m2n9sv5qo5DH-reyWpCFVf7p4LEUlwhWATdOmxsuAVolLkjrjqXFJLmUD7T6BLAM33CW6-A79BcXe6xz4-vC4NFCkBc/s400/DSCN4194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499528274648867010" border="0" /></a><br />listen to your mothers.<br />when I first rode along the Volcanic Legacy Scenic Byway, toward Mt Lassen in upper California, I could immediately feel the intense energy that still flows almost 100 years after Lassen's major eruption in May 1915. A week later, I take for granted the lava rock debris constantly under our feet, the holy igneous boulders we sit on that line the creeks. We are covered in red dust by day but under moonlight the same dusty hills become purple and magical. And from the pines that do stand here, hang mammoth cones and coalesce chunks of amber.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0TklIh0PpKS0YfzpfiomwMRxD_JjVhV4ZSsXlbl0Bfn7npbzmJNnea8NWPUPXRHk7JPQrhF9sTzK6vhpgqc8MWyM63LOwZu-dsC8DFAD3wnTQ0h51a8-jFb6TbiJO9pveIBBnt4XbN0/s1600/DSCN4177.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI0TklIh0PpKS0YfzpfiomwMRxD_JjVhV4ZSsXlbl0Bfn7npbzmJNnea8NWPUPXRHk7JPQrhF9sTzK6vhpgqc8MWyM63LOwZu-dsC8DFAD3wnTQ0h51a8-jFb6TbiJO9pveIBBnt4XbN0/s400/DSCN4177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499499595451859346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWv_yxnzZYiptyQMOH0Lm8Nh_JiGXHrKyq1drhVtlH0cskPdbbzoZPJI9PXFXB29KvOblN0bhOjPzGXcq8xkx4J1NhiSYyr_M-GvH2DgsFUsprZUCoXDMnHVbY21f4T4QCsh8Wv9KGLEY/s1600/DSCN4111.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWv_yxnzZYiptyQMOH0Lm8Nh_JiGXHrKyq1drhVtlH0cskPdbbzoZPJI9PXFXB29KvOblN0bhOjPzGXcq8xkx4J1NhiSYyr_M-GvH2DgsFUsprZUCoXDMnHVbY21f4T4QCsh8Wv9KGLEY/s400/DSCN4111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499526074348407026" border="0" /></a><br />they are the southern saints. before Mt Saint Helens erupted in 1980, the most recent continental USA volcanic eruption was from Lassen. when you are here, imagine what your surroundings looked like just one hundred years ago, old-growth forest all around. let your hooves brush the ground. "a brief moment in the ancient battle between earth-shaping forces of creation and destruction." -nps.gov website<br />camping at the foot of lady lava lamp Lassen for three july nights, each day was scorching dry heat but as soon as the sun set this amazing breeze blew through, becoming more constant as the night went on. it is this mix of warm and cool, dry but green, that I can see why so many people have found comfort living among these volatile hills.<br /><br />http://www.volcaniclegacybyway.org/<br />http://www.nps.gov/lavo/naturescience/eruption_lassen_peak.htm<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90VVE2ZLVQMxQnMZ_90i3lCYV4hfqs7yec1z5YyRqcwvjxXhlU55hDyDv5ezsncimcWMwdIC_KAjUolGlh3tpkFnf_vpDEbLvzhIq9ve8AhuFAvS3kCvdUZlgsmSGmMGxAPS2jmszW6U/s1600/DSCN4182.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90VVE2ZLVQMxQnMZ_90i3lCYV4hfqs7yec1z5YyRqcwvjxXhlU55hDyDv5ezsncimcWMwdIC_KAjUolGlh3tpkFnf_vpDEbLvzhIq9ve8AhuFAvS3kCvdUZlgsmSGmMGxAPS2jmszW6U/s400/DSCN4182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499500409315334482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTEpi1bYW-c2wet6-ZHf14bdD135AEAHC1HfW1Ix7TCc40OheNreYQRvFvsstho9l4oRrN7Dyqq8pyIVyk4FRXOzIiYEjdmUQs-BNLf2Y_mlDnRDX8BgjIfLv2QYn8rTEVxHPHlhFynw/s1600/DSCN4190.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTEpi1bYW-c2wet6-ZHf14bdD135AEAHC1HfW1Ix7TCc40OheNreYQRvFvsstho9l4oRrN7Dyqq8pyIVyk4FRXOzIiYEjdmUQs-BNLf2Y_mlDnRDX8BgjIfLv2QYn8rTEVxHPHlhFynw/s400/DSCN4190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499501216051995458" border="0" /></a><br />Mount Shasta is even more majestic, a place so intensely powerful I barely can write about it! But John Muir was able to - after his first visit he said "my blood turned to wine and I have not been weary since." such is the praise which people have given this mountain, sacred to several indian tribes and a center for many more recently-arrived spiritual paths. A fellow traveler mentioned a visit where there was a band singing songs to the dormant volcano. it is said there is a city inside the mountain, Telos, and various accounts of visiting the Lumerian city of Telos can be found around the web.<br />she rises over 14000 feet, always snowcapped, regardless of the warm dry air below her. she is the second-highest volcano of all of the Cascades, and visible from sixty miles in almost all directions. in the evening light, her bare rock face turns a purple-grey tint as she looks down upon the Juniper Flats her long-ago eruptions helped create. Her most recent eruption was 200 years ago, on the north face (Military Pass) where we spent the most time.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZlQKIOqmaMoO1HJRRpFEMBDKE_cYSbc-_0fUc8O-dKZTMEEMdI4GT547uCmlZzEts_sY9npPfwi0Y8mRxWuX7ZzphxQN6O2R395gAVSmU_AMPbM57ffrpw-msdavB3eQrS1im_FUoyY/s1600/DSCN4167.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnZlQKIOqmaMoO1HJRRpFEMBDKE_cYSbc-_0fUc8O-dKZTMEEMdI4GT547uCmlZzEts_sY9npPfwi0Y8mRxWuX7ZzphxQN6O2R395gAVSmU_AMPbM57ffrpw-msdavB3eQrS1im_FUoyY/s400/DSCN4167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499517247708278706" border="0" /></a><br />in the town of Mt Shasta on the west ("front side"), which I said was like a Lhasa for the US, the city park holds the headwaters of the Sacramento River, main watersource for the north part of the Central Valley. water just flows out of the mountainside into a pool, where visitors fill water containers, bathe their faces and arms, meditate, discuss spiritual matters.<br />there was hardly enough time to go to Panther Meadows, the renowned gathering space and hiking area way up on the tree-line, that will be for next visit! and telos. but out there on the dusty "military pass" road on the north we saw enough. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEide6_baeI6sfSP0Wo6xa_qLufZau8DfpT22FdVzOdV6ikFCta9coUXAfINsQXc_ojN1ILaUsW0V6cmB3m-anFBzODCOqIr7MSNfTo4piWOyecUobSMGQ0_z6KFLVQsc-gRDQeset_bKdk/s1600/DSCN4173.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEide6_baeI6sfSP0Wo6xa_qLufZau8DfpT22FdVzOdV6ikFCta9coUXAfINsQXc_ojN1ILaUsW0V6cmB3m-anFBzODCOqIr7MSNfTo4piWOyecUobSMGQ0_z6KFLVQsc-gRDQeset_bKdk/s400/DSCN4173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499517243472169586" border="0" /></a><br />giant shadows spread across adjacent mountain the Whaleback with no clouds or airplanes above. large animal tracks of different animals in the red dirt. and of course, tall pines and porous lava rock everywhere. amid that cool dry night breeze. the breeze of life. it was a blessing from Mama Shasta, a fitting end for this amazing trip, a wish and destiny fulfilled, to stand in the presence of such a powerful, awe-inspiring place, the image of many dreams, the "heart-chakra of the pacific crest," the destination of the Coyote.<br />I will visit you again, mothers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGa3JqYiIO_d9LcqmEUR7AjaUCdQDb6uM0lZDGDud88U66sxrAOsj7XFCGOdBBtyQ4WM5u4Zq2eJql16RnHHAG9dVB-AQ2laZ6iURr4IB8xVKcrJpl42AsH7qsyFmg4wu0aQBNR76RBhM/s1600/DSCN4161.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGa3JqYiIO_d9LcqmEUR7AjaUCdQDb6uM0lZDGDud88U66sxrAOsj7XFCGOdBBtyQ4WM5u4Zq2eJql16RnHHAG9dVB-AQ2laZ6iURr4IB8xVKcrJpl42AsH7qsyFmg4wu0aQBNR76RBhM/s400/DSCN4161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499526052738657922" border="0" /></a><br />various Mt Shasta webpages:<br />http://www.siskiyous.edu/shasta/fol/nat/henn.htm<br />http://www.sacred-destinations.com/usa/mount-shasta<br />http://www.stateparks.com/shasta.html<br />http://www.greatdreams.com/shasta.htmArianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-51908388117389783982010-07-23T11:32:00.000-07:002010-07-23T11:51:51.432-07:00Whiskeytown, CAWhiskeytown National Recreation Area<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLo-KH8-9x5QUpKdxCCHbxKXdtaDLSP_cFOloBhbpmYKPbqMzF1Q8S129FTWN5oxcUbKa1jnUWA2FGGd8Iz6k07HDkY12WV20A9SSsC_4DP_jGkt4mxlm8GLRpn12MkJud-HM9TrgSpV0/s1600/DSCN4123.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLo-KH8-9x5QUpKdxCCHbxKXdtaDLSP_cFOloBhbpmYKPbqMzF1Q8S129FTWN5oxcUbKa1jnUWA2FGGd8Iz6k07HDkY12WV20A9SSsC_4DP_jGkt4mxlm8GLRpn12MkJud-HM9TrgSpV0/s400/DSCN4123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497175009567286578" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Whiskeytown Lake at the entrance of the Klamath Mountains, close to Redding, CA is a beautiful mountain lake!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5ijxll5u8EanPS__KZWohhAI6I-fbmCpoaumKAawDGC21iIfFA9ldZIiIk-OVYsOwUVXAgljAVn4DdQdL0w40WNpUrWMq_fDziHgmGHwvCVBaaTOjUYBnwWhiUTzpHDt7qA0VzKT00U/s1600/DSCN4144.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5ijxll5u8EanPS__KZWohhAI6I-fbmCpoaumKAawDGC21iIfFA9ldZIiIk-OVYsOwUVXAgljAVn4DdQdL0w40WNpUrWMq_fDziHgmGHwvCVBaaTOjUYBnwWhiUTzpHDt7qA0VzKT00U/s400/DSCN4144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497175022616979650" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Whiskeytown Falls on Clear Creek, just west of the lake, is refreshing and cool in a land that is so dry...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxh4N1MgyebIcSvAkwNIfcReXOwsXip5nXiK3cWeyJqh4F0IdaK2JPECRzuZ8QxccrrS_Jo4Q2N61d5N2tMEqizb1dpVyfE39z_Sm57Y9fypkyA5o3WxcvHutsJqbpqd8rc1DFDtsKW04/s1600/DSCN4132.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxh4N1MgyebIcSvAkwNIfcReXOwsXip5nXiK3cWeyJqh4F0IdaK2JPECRzuZ8QxccrrS_Jo4Q2N61d5N2tMEqizb1dpVyfE39z_Sm57Y9fypkyA5o3WxcvHutsJqbpqd8rc1DFDtsKW04/s400/DSCN4132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497175011984234434" border="0" /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuTYs1bh4HtBl0Abm0qViy2NZg33k_9NHItZeXVOmLSvT5_QjSeR94V6LxwWx2DQMomHKAyGGq0_H596evbM6-SGfy4vFlqSXRZUZVx0AXCo5GELzDFmim28nXa5LvX8v9PWzTWYqe6I/s1600/DSCN4145.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuTYs1bh4HtBl0Abm0qViy2NZg33k_9NHItZeXVOmLSvT5_QjSeR94V6LxwWx2DQMomHKAyGGq0_H596evbM6-SGfy4vFlqSXRZUZVx0AXCo5GELzDFmim28nXa5LvX8v9PWzTWYqe6I/s400/DSCN4145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497175029452340002" border="0" /></a><br />from day into night, la luna climbs the evergreens<br /><br />http://www.nps.gov/whis/Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-22840187916749983082010-07-22T10:54:00.000-07:002010-07-22T11:32:59.842-07:00Goodbye Anubis: the path of the prairie-dog (formerly platte river blues but got lost somewhere in Nevada)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoiZVvWqeoroQRFg1RTKeO0ixjJj4lPlv69lcZACf_dAvqrVvTZahV8gWPRi4N-JYwlZV8e-wsLWbhBzgZf7z1Z1Sh1AtiCp8HNsICpRgQ7roC8DWJ7enK8TKTGzWWgVGO33ywT8RM3x4/s1600/DSCN3834.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoiZVvWqeoroQRFg1RTKeO0ixjJj4lPlv69lcZACf_dAvqrVvTZahV8gWPRi4N-JYwlZV8e-wsLWbhBzgZf7z1Z1Sh1AtiCp8HNsICpRgQ7roC8DWJ7enK8TKTGzWWgVGO33ywT8RM3x4/s400/DSCN3834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496799264582676610" border="0" /></a><br />from riding...from the raven...from the air, smoke and clouds.<br />I feel you. I must find you. though she tells me to beware, I don't care.<br />But it wasn't me you were looking for, it wasn't me nor will it ever be,<br />I said to the eye as I lay on the floor. your amethyst quetzal eyes.<br />you're looking for a man, a long feathered man, and you're delicately watching<br />as you were Set to do,<br />But the man you're looking for -<br />he's behind you.<br /><br />The hawk that flew high above the waterfall carries a match in the edge of its jaw<br />fly to the smokestack of the factory where planes are built for war<br />to the furnace on the airport's 21st floor<br />fly with your amethyst eye<br />over wheatflields, cold and grey<br />oh child my child your smoke I see rising<br />you'll make it to the airforce base one day.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2GtpyUTIu-jDyw1qj8VS0LToys2vPeIL2bySsGjVG8mLouPdRzjl2ZMrpWRODEr7OTvo6eJ9Ru-gDFo9-IkVWWut9a1EDUp_Bf_lSrzimowagRE28X7OCJycIHhwBfrlIYVojqggAx0/s1600/DSCN4078.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2GtpyUTIu-jDyw1qj8VS0LToys2vPeIL2bySsGjVG8mLouPdRzjl2ZMrpWRODEr7OTvo6eJ9Ru-gDFo9-IkVWWut9a1EDUp_Bf_lSrzimowagRE28X7OCJycIHhwBfrlIYVojqggAx0/s400/DSCN4078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496799273060352946" border="0" /></a><br />THE WEST<br /><br />oh how it is to be a prairie-dog in the land of coyotes.<br />now out here, the coyote guides those who follow in the path of the prairie-dog.<br />back and forth through the evergreen desert and the volcanic hills.<br />and I could do this for ever, I don't really want to leave...<br />but it is not for a lack of living responsively, to live "keeping up with the coyote."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOE3VyORxOWozoyEQZzLL77NIuRws5YFflq6-8R9uXnUh3y5Eoka_K3FsbefELfPcMJvYZDLvBoLkjh82BKSCvQcczUjVpK_wjBKIFrGkpGnpdRG8wslJyA6-fV7Klo-jf-k2OU0XHnEc/s1600/DSCN4113.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOE3VyORxOWozoyEQZzLL77NIuRws5YFflq6-8R9uXnUh3y5Eoka_K3FsbefELfPcMJvYZDLvBoLkjh82BKSCvQcczUjVpK_wjBKIFrGkpGnpdRG8wslJyA6-fV7Klo-jf-k2OU0XHnEc/s400/DSCN4113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496799567468127570" border="0" /></a>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-80843425981941846702010-07-18T09:38:00.000-07:002010-07-18T09:47:16.642-07:00Boulder Red Rocks: The Deer Up Here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfAxfh_tzP7TwmAj2WZ-pUH77hulKNhpbknQn-tWTcINRizieRDa7uPL7Jh9l8bQvTjpQNI_12yrCZifwLFJxQ-laxUVmJKgRJx9acy4idsGWFNLy-BSLL5h1ppRjOKQTYRoaFOFSKTds/s1600/DSCN3983.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfAxfh_tzP7TwmAj2WZ-pUH77hulKNhpbknQn-tWTcINRizieRDa7uPL7Jh9l8bQvTjpQNI_12yrCZifwLFJxQ-laxUVmJKgRJx9acy4idsGWFNLy-BSLL5h1ppRjOKQTYRoaFOFSKTds/s400/DSCN3983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495288425393240914" border="0" /></a><br />The deer up here are different: stockier, longer legs, larger ears, smaller tails with no white - more like elk. The small-antlered doe was sitting cutely in a low area of the red rocks hillside. Are these "Red Deer?" Also these deer are more tolerant of people (well you're surrounded by animal lovers not rednecks and hunters, so....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvzL-tjN1QmyIj5Tooant-O4PtYN97uPn5NK23l6q_L43Y6jw_FW5Ct5XzS693WNaeiGY9mjNMB4bHLDdgGOMggbM9ejBp1RSRSmA1TpPnvSIX5JfPK7qOhzl-GkAoPCsdayJ0TlHBU4/s1600/DSCN3954.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvzL-tjN1QmyIj5Tooant-O4PtYN97uPn5NK23l6q_L43Y6jw_FW5Ct5XzS693WNaeiGY9mjNMB4bHLDdgGOMggbM9ejBp1RSRSmA1TpPnvSIX5JfPK7qOhzl-GkAoPCsdayJ0TlHBU4/s400/DSCN3954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495288435911952482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb9xcfuHofSg8L-OtXRuIS1Mcj-45rc512Q2TfI2Em__5AuuU8lzax5YqJWn0ueXDCbhl_4ZY7n3xzIyB6THsf8BdT9cEV6W-NAQdjLKRk_aSx_5F3Vgii-28A0SPaoivmw_qAr896-yA/s1600/DSCN3975.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb9xcfuHofSg8L-OtXRuIS1Mcj-45rc512Q2TfI2Em__5AuuU8lzax5YqJWn0ueXDCbhl_4ZY7n3xzIyB6THsf8BdT9cEV6W-NAQdjLKRk_aSx_5F3Vgii-28A0SPaoivmw_qAr896-yA/s400/DSCN3975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495288440314818466" border="0" /></a>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-67941954489906579452010-07-18T09:25:00.000-07:002010-07-18T09:38:43.954-07:00Boulder Creek, Boulder Canyon: it only gets better<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpGgryLPrvvAkAU2MvsK_FLx-QgMMS51gf6vG6ZwlV6KZZbTDVbMcBTmWSWFJyMOtpbFGXC3byToR9D_MgE6kB3agoaWePwyCVZf2G4z7zEa3ZtmnKruRqvliiyTe8NuSRgrY9uNCgH4/s1600/DSCN3910.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpGgryLPrvvAkAU2MvsK_FLx-QgMMS51gf6vG6ZwlV6KZZbTDVbMcBTmWSWFJyMOtpbFGXC3byToR9D_MgE6kB3agoaWePwyCVZf2G4z7zEa3ZtmnKruRqvliiyTe8NuSRgrY9uNCgH4/s400/DSCN3910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495286372221920130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmii72oa5G_cXX0HFJOszu8tD_X9Kv2Pard1jzP77pjW793Kirv7AkDH8cp96vPcSHp82MpEYSgAsbAHYj1DcgIVRntv8WM_SWBaPi4D-bpz8jxHeKsMEaOqYb2U6MQ1ZKzpCe14iiHY/s1600/DSCN3968.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmii72oa5G_cXX0HFJOszu8tD_X9Kv2Pard1jzP77pjW793Kirv7AkDH8cp96vPcSHp82MpEYSgAsbAHYj1DcgIVRntv8WM_SWBaPi4D-bpz8jxHeKsMEaOqYb2U6MQ1ZKzpCe14iiHY/s400/DSCN3968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495286361024013458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMMFQS1wwP4Rcg6Rct_UUdD7sAATXq8m5GTIKjz4u6Yi-CR7_GbLQzctBVRPDUItyrq2-R0Vk1Z3Yo1dEh2O9oTy1e0BfTIo8Fnq-YrdlsELMXS6wqNtrtY7E2WVPBFjzofbyBXD6M6k/s1600/DSCN3966.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMMFQS1wwP4Rcg6Rct_UUdD7sAATXq8m5GTIKjz4u6Yi-CR7_GbLQzctBVRPDUItyrq2-R0Vk1Z3Yo1dEh2O9oTy1e0BfTIo8Fnq-YrdlsELMXS6wqNtrtY7E2WVPBFjzofbyBXD6M6k/s400/DSCN3966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495286342536228274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrY5HqX-NMuu-OQmLxxCwzeEoLiNJe1ofMzS6CKAulROc19PN3A4TUIGcm8Rrf0ZRa5RGyExE_oYj9dpza-O26zVsq-sV20H7CNJ1YGA-w0dAs-Qw4RXOaoP9oYDb_u6fXaPBnfouXUQ/s1600/DSCN3927.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrY5HqX-NMuu-OQmLxxCwzeEoLiNJe1ofMzS6CKAulROc19PN3A4TUIGcm8Rrf0ZRa5RGyExE_oYj9dpza-O26zVsq-sV20H7CNJ1YGA-w0dAs-Qw4RXOaoP9oYDb_u6fXaPBnfouXUQ/s400/DSCN3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495286338162145986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoAkZLGBhsDeYOE_ZRbFTbxV1JhVsPg3FDCRnP2fEEf5xnoyEC00APzi2x-jnT7GL7S39m1ocRTsLBH1H1GpqVanD21vYqd2-YSk79kja7BWjKfssIihzggc558qDyfkXik0uKIz5v0FE/s1600/DSCN3920.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoAkZLGBhsDeYOE_ZRbFTbxV1JhVsPg3FDCRnP2fEEf5xnoyEC00APzi2x-jnT7GL7S39m1ocRTsLBH1H1GpqVanD21vYqd2-YSk79kja7BWjKfssIihzggc558qDyfkXik0uKIz5v0FE/s400/DSCN3920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495286331057260178" border="0" /></a><br />oh to reach a canyon in the Rockies without a car. By bus and on foot. Amazing! Boulder really does rock. Where is my caribou?<br />They call it Goat Rock. or Elephant Buttress. and the creek below has a spot called Jones' Hole where people play music and swim and picnic and watch rock climbers. The perfect spot really, to catch the breeze. But it still gets better. Climbing up the Rock the breeze becomes wind, flowerpetals fly through the air, the sun westward makes a halo with its golden glow and it was gold that urged the white man through this canyon. This is the Athens of the West and the Dahlonega of the Rockies, wrapped together in one. Denver pigeons give way to Boulder white-throated swifts.<br /><br />...<br />carved into concrete on the Boulder Creek Bike Trail:<br />"Chief Niwot will get you and so will Jesus"Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-17036556695952598692010-07-15T22:28:00.000-07:002010-07-15T22:47:39.103-07:00CLEAR CREEK CANYON AND LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN PARK: Golden, CO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmzPh93wy80pUdn0D0fYcaf9qkFZfIW4SvAhofHwYs9J69N5JT1MYXuWq3i8f4HUGCBHrmjr9CfiNRbJZ0xTTu5RzdH576qxr0HOs8p1msTViljFUPEsjXgqDU9kqQniKr9W_5uuRpXU/s1600/DSCN3875.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmzPh93wy80pUdn0D0fYcaf9qkFZfIW4SvAhofHwYs9J69N5JT1MYXuWq3i8f4HUGCBHrmjr9CfiNRbJZ0xTTu5RzdH576qxr0HOs8p1msTViljFUPEsjXgqDU9kqQniKr9W_5uuRpXU/s400/DSCN3875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494374088527469618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_yJGxUx2EwMCLrqL7ZLiHyEL59aygEZQp96g5mIwk0wl1iyXL6djqdI5aGHL-_qv6HuliqMLSBRE0pXyTFLfzC8q4dHKVX8j1DkV5yr1Q8ob_TKwCFojdl9iwddU9VoGbV7__8B3y_M/s1600/DSCN3852.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_yJGxUx2EwMCLrqL7ZLiHyEL59aygEZQp96g5mIwk0wl1iyXL6djqdI5aGHL-_qv6HuliqMLSBRE0pXyTFLfzC8q4dHKVX8j1DkV5yr1Q8ob_TKwCFojdl9iwddU9VoGbV7__8B3y_M/s400/DSCN3852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494374059479916818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TNjnAdAl9i-qleQPE-iMtFxfRHosOvddwTEE_fynlbaaktQDlnDNZfd6C_bvED2yBKQg-9_GPpzOm2tyO2RdK-QS2-bROy7mhgZlhH_QpVD28G_HsikG1Xo3XDLW2gWwVkbDjBf8LxU/s1600/DSCN3855.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TNjnAdAl9i-qleQPE-iMtFxfRHosOvddwTEE_fynlbaaktQDlnDNZfd6C_bvED2yBKQg-9_GPpzOm2tyO2RdK-QS2-bROy7mhgZlhH_QpVD28G_HsikG1Xo3XDLW2gWwVkbDjBf8LxU/s400/DSCN3855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494374064631543266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqktEkP3PEYuZzETGXT5_0OW6fdMcO6Nsw6MDJKm0QSmU7gtd5pQN6cDonkFlbDHCV-AC51kudPbp5aCLrF_CIZy-eRV1i2aR82FP2GeCooGXGkt0ZmJR6L_hYDobu8kkzo90-OnbB8co/s1600/DSCN3865.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqktEkP3PEYuZzETGXT5_0OW6fdMcO6Nsw6MDJKm0QSmU7gtd5pQN6cDonkFlbDHCV-AC51kudPbp5aCLrF_CIZy-eRV1i2aR82FP2GeCooGXGkt0ZmJR6L_hYDobu8kkzo90-OnbB8co/s400/DSCN3865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494374072379349394" border="0" /></a><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> <p>One evening, two new friends took me to the closest canyon and mountain park, just under 30 minutes from downtown Denver. One road goes down – following Clear Creek upstream into a long canyon, another goes way up – up Lookout Mountain to a park (which contains Buffalo Bill's gravesite, closed by the time we arrived). Two Lookout Mountains in two weeks! Lookout!<br />We watched the sun set from near the mountaintop, and it was awe-inspiring. And the wind blew me to the rocks near the edge, in the kindest way possible.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstYnMCSeZkFeoFcGUhKu6KGr4SDsE1K5WZYyoTZqAmlnHMd0P0l5k-Qhj1iQHjw1WLalE_PchO88axlhB72fXQUQwJjZf5Qr0WAesvzxO_Vw-ATLxZa1lgnvhbBXaA_JakPyhaGBGTRw/s1600/DSCN3882.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstYnMCSeZkFeoFcGUhKu6KGr4SDsE1K5WZYyoTZqAmlnHMd0P0l5k-Qhj1iQHjw1WLalE_PchO88axlhB72fXQUQwJjZf5Qr0WAesvzxO_Vw-ATLxZa1lgnvhbBXaA_JakPyhaGBGTRw/s400/DSCN3882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494374921121246706" border="0" /></a></p> <p>the sunset side, then the city side<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbTQTwXIg_d_qFeiHAJk-J4gMhGfmPCA2GEufnExkT-2GSrh38kTgTubb2GtqwFVD3R6j4TqH6z0eENabacuqNHfM_FNGmDF75nQwCMMdLoDylTont-CIulAvlNX54DVPGjt-XckFt0s/s1600/DSCN3879.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbTQTwXIg_d_qFeiHAJk-J4gMhGfmPCA2GEufnExkT-2GSrh38kTgTubb2GtqwFVD3R6j4TqH6z0eENabacuqNHfM_FNGmDF75nQwCMMdLoDylTont-CIulAvlNX54DVPGjt-XckFt0s/s400/DSCN3879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494374079507773634" border="0" /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvp4K7pJY3VuiGLQRBL16b3pCKUv9aasQwUnqLGcMauBC7PjKuaqDPYU3yyg3Jj45i5CTiCd3PN447JorABMfeQ7vGvbLGMg3lhzjMqZ05j_DAUqJsbG3vmXQVOA8JvrJhs0wIUPBXiU/s1600/DSCN3894.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvp4K7pJY3VuiGLQRBL16b3pCKUv9aasQwUnqLGcMauBC7PjKuaqDPYU3yyg3Jj45i5CTiCd3PN447JorABMfeQ7vGvbLGMg3lhzjMqZ05j_DAUqJsbG3vmXQVOA8JvrJhs0wIUPBXiU/s400/DSCN3894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494374925680383906" border="0" /><br /></a><a href="http://www.denvergov.org/parks/MountainParksInformation/LookoutMountainPark/tabid/435661/Default.aspx">for more about Lookout Mountain, go here</a></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvp4K7pJY3VuiGLQRBL16b3pCKUv9aasQwUnqLGcMauBC7PjKuaqDPYU3yyg3Jj45i5CTiCd3PN447JorABMfeQ7vGvbLGMg3lhzjMqZ05j_DAUqJsbG3vmXQVOA8JvrJhs0wIUPBXiU/s1600/DSCN3894.JPG"><br /></a></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinvp4K7pJY3VuiGLQRBL16b3pCKUv9aasQwUnqLGcMauBC7PjKuaqDPYU3yyg3Jj45i5CTiCd3PN447JorABMfeQ7vGvbLGMg3lhzjMqZ05j_DAUqJsbG3vmXQVOA8JvrJhs0wIUPBXiU/s1600/DSCN3894.JPG"><br /></a></p>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-20246341871118710682010-07-15T22:16:00.000-07:002010-07-15T22:27:59.980-07:00PLATTE RIVER BLUES: DENVER, CO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHCiFpIzq7n7iXXVWDUbILZWPFojUtTFgXp-aoBKd9-zNjEO9bVtTCYSsgdfWeeEZA3t4cnGVTweBFiqtmi95oJ2oUZi608-yZ9fr3qprbVjH322qwrD1296xtgBpFMCz-2kn5tod6h0/s1600/DSCN3843.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHCiFpIzq7n7iXXVWDUbILZWPFojUtTFgXp-aoBKd9-zNjEO9bVtTCYSsgdfWeeEZA3t4cnGVTweBFiqtmi95oJ2oUZi608-yZ9fr3qprbVjH322qwrD1296xtgBpFMCz-2kn5tod6h0/s400/DSCN3843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494371294287283634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcVks3tqei26LhTsqd8D020sm6ZawLopnbzTqDbNArfGLwRm1Lq-gfHNUsQXwOd22vZ1MZnMhEYm8yiCfbL7fkM2Rzy9A0_nTn8AwkJSIBBdQquK1drIuIQuPXzxf_tH8QLJQwHRRoTk/s1600/DSCN3845.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcVks3tqei26LhTsqd8D020sm6ZawLopnbzTqDbNArfGLwRm1Lq-gfHNUsQXwOd22vZ1MZnMhEYm8yiCfbL7fkM2Rzy9A0_nTn8AwkJSIBBdQquK1drIuIQuPXzxf_tH8QLJQwHRRoTk/s400/DSCN3845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494371286621229650" border="0" /></a><br />My first steps in Denver off the bus at Market St. station gave me chills, for a cold front had just come through, and wind and rain were moving in. I was to meet my friend at a cafe called Paris on the Platte, just across the South Platte River via the 16th St. Pedestrian Mall. The mall has this amazing free shuttle bus, running every few moments the mall's length from the river to the Broadway/Colfax intersection. At this part of the river, where it meets Cherry Creek, the city has preserved a long series of parks, with walking trails and historical markers, stone patios, and a rocky shoal (presumably not natural). This continues to be my favorite spot in the city, I'll sit here regardless of the wind and rain, for I like the freshwater smell here and I feel peace. A woman and a girl toss stones behind me into the still-polluted river and see shells on the shore. Birds of all kinds fly around me. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiD4QmBQVnu6o5S9dCa1PcW5M8ode0DKIC_xXbZvOZPWqTpYKzJdQ7Qbf6AJh5i646VFu8owxQ4evSdDqoaqIaU5pnJ7nqTa02jLAZhfVCk8Gj2GHpEr6us7Xr_-GhMe8N5beu6IUiJw4/s1600/DSCN3838.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiD4QmBQVnu6o5S9dCa1PcW5M8ode0DKIC_xXbZvOZPWqTpYKzJdQ7Qbf6AJh5i646VFu8owxQ4evSdDqoaqIaU5pnJ7nqTa02jLAZhfVCk8Gj2GHpEr6us7Xr_-GhMe8N5beu6IUiJw4/s400/DSCN3838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494371281418692146" border="0" /></a><br />This was once the home of Southern Arapahoe peace chief Little Raven (Young Crow), who once welcomed the west-bound white settlers with gold in their eyes: “Take the gold! Just don't stay long.” His story is told at the park, on the Platte's south bank. Take the young crow by his song, I'll sit here in the rain but I can't stay long.Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861922305237008799.post-83320595767511421062010-07-14T10:05:00.000-07:002010-07-14T10:27:56.809-07:00Lookout! singing in crystal canyons is singing in cathedrals<style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --></style>Lookout Mountain again: Cloudland Canyon – there are caverns beneath with lakes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVsCbVvQb2LQemNTrrqM_zXgoC1Of4whL_5cOwQX70dgu99EVoRWnd70OXpNoy8veAv6deHM7_x-RNUFufEhGtkOPQoLfpckDwqIkAg132gDzy_AoE3qOP2T9IqZ6BPjIuCcHTs0Ij4I/s1600/DSCN3812.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVsCbVvQb2LQemNTrrqM_zXgoC1Of4whL_5cOwQX70dgu99EVoRWnd70OXpNoy8veAv6deHM7_x-RNUFufEhGtkOPQoLfpckDwqIkAg132gDzy_AoE3qOP2T9IqZ6BPjIuCcHTs0Ij4I/s400/DSCN3812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493810720704010082" border="0" /></a> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Cloudland, near Chattanooga yet in Georgia, is really the gem of Lookout Mountain, so beautiful I keep coming back every time I'm nearby. This time, we descended to the second falls then again to a third one deep into the canyon, and by this time we were singing and drumming the rails on the way down! Each waterfall has its own personality: The first, our gulf golden-child that gets the attention it deserves;<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMHUg5T_qtGcEZ4-3KupkV08Q4IaqHY0dmQFzgi2Gn9kxyk9lsitXrbllyWOtJpmOLuAJAOdu00Gax1RYVBvJ8s3D6aFbArk_By_UUEdocpadizJw4xhomC14BK7uFUtU1lG6rwxQlLI/s1600/DSCN3808.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHMHUg5T_qtGcEZ4-3KupkV08Q4IaqHY0dmQFzgi2Gn9kxyk9lsitXrbllyWOtJpmOLuAJAOdu00Gax1RYVBvJ8s3D6aFbArk_By_UUEdocpadizJw4xhomC14BK7uFUtU1lG6rwxQlLI/s400/DSCN3808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493810711525570802" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">the second one tall, distant, secretive – doesn't realize its own beauty! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vWta2AflXuJZ7uvwjyP8xOinNyFQav64_Cle8ZGdySSqjrrXymuCSHWuQeAjkoU769q6yBnnGlxBXj9AqHUqi3gmMz_zrUCXLPnqZ5TivCWmBv76TG0Ok5QRAUzrnjvKMfdF5DWr6Vg/s1600/DSCN3827.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vWta2AflXuJZ7uvwjyP8xOinNyFQav64_Cle8ZGdySSqjrrXymuCSHWuQeAjkoU769q6yBnnGlxBXj9AqHUqi3gmMz_zrUCXLPnqZ5TivCWmBv76TG0Ok5QRAUzrnjvKMfdF5DWr6Vg/s400/DSCN3827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493810740336355874" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The third (and last, as far as we know) forgotten, smaller, dark, and deep. Yet totally cool. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqaWYblRvSnQUEVuIEP1fL__kL2WDOup66Lcw-4nJZ52diDwFRb8yKpqpAowOSkjPCurZLsugB-MqVBIzLTTUKSKrUkkfxFQLIQWMk2r_0mqpbjCsCinV6YmHYNm7LPkRvqFMDXqqvfU/s1600/DSCN3826.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqaWYblRvSnQUEVuIEP1fL__kL2WDOup66Lcw-4nJZ52diDwFRb8yKpqpAowOSkjPCurZLsugB-MqVBIzLTTUKSKrUkkfxFQLIQWMk2r_0mqpbjCsCinV6YmHYNm7LPkRvqFMDXqqvfU/s400/DSCN3826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493810754115507202" border="0" /></a><br />And then there are would-have been falls in between, where instead of water cascading down the surface, it drips deep inside the rock, you can see it if you're careful to look.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2epOlbmlhDkpQZHDaWnHYhabmpI4EpbvD3miW-ioTCaQ9Dvd2zOPx3jviSehoeJ_lq9zQHno1RpyyG3ZpIOKGN3kfxzBO0B8kmOyCf4qzZmCfm4fNM4VMfvKRBHI8hxlArA9luWvKQkY/s1600/DSCN3813.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2epOlbmlhDkpQZHDaWnHYhabmpI4EpbvD3miW-ioTCaQ9Dvd2zOPx3jviSehoeJ_lq9zQHno1RpyyG3ZpIOKGN3kfxzBO0B8kmOyCf4qzZmCfm4fNM4VMfvKRBHI8hxlArA9luWvKQkY/s400/DSCN3813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493810731465375410" border="0" /></a></p>Arianna Fawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04621137718339783870noreply@blogger.com0