A world in flames

There, now. Thirteen pictures of a world in flames. Vehicles, yes. Vehicles, of course. That's what those flames are all about -- hot cars. A celebration of speed. Of studliness.

Of course, the flames could enhance one's poker tournament.

Or a mini-bike. Or an over-developed hog (below).

A flame or two might help sell red hots (or poor boys -- this lovely outfit was in a collection I saw in Memphis).

But in the past year, I've seen a lot of fire on clothing. F'rinstance, this Coors Tshirt or the fine sports shirt I recently spotted at Snap Snap (below).

People wear the stuff, too. Though I bet any boy child would choose the Batman sox over the hot sox at WalMart (below).

However, of all the flaming cars and sleeves and beer commercials I've seen, here's a sentimental reminder of the Detroit that was -- a thoroughtly patriotic Mustang. I do hope that the chilly economy doesn't douse the fire & spirit of the country; we need those flames even more today and tomorrow.

Frustration 2

Note the picture above; lovely sox in flame. I'm trying to post that picture (and the other 11 in the folder) LARGE. Blogger (or an imp masquerading as Blogger) won't let me. In the meantime, a Scrabble friend is arriving in a couple of hours and I must clear the kitchen table for play. Backson.

The Lynx Lake eagle nest

Yee-Haw! I have an image! All's well with my world. Or at least a lot better.

The setting is Lynx Lake, tho I don't know the year; another photograph from the LH's archive. When we first arrived in the Prescott area, no large raptor was nesting at the lake, tho one year ospreys arrived to take advantage of the fish stocking program. Soon after, either the Forest Service or AZ Fish and Game decided to invite the big fish hawks to settle in by building a nesting platform on the east side of the lake. A pair of birds took the bait and for several years, the trail on that side of the lake was closed during the nesting season. More recently, the bald eagles have moved in, to great fanfare. Like the ospreys before them, they started out on the nesting platform but decided to build a Real Nest after a year or two. I suspect that the Forest Service will soon be closing down the east side of the lake for the 2009 nesting season. As for the displaced ospreys? I don't what neighborhood they moved into. Certainly the lake is not big enough for more than one major nest.

Frustration

So I waited until too late to consult the owner of the laptop to find out just how to download a single folder from the thumb drive I plugged in earlier today. PhotoShop has an aggressive take-charge attitude & was determined to schlurp up all 840 pictures on the drive, even though they were carefully separated into folders. I figured the lot of them would chew up too much memory & crash the machine.

Thus a brief report on today's walk -- down to the Goodwin Street Pharmacy. Depressing. The little Mexican grocer is gone, replaced (briefly, I'm told) by an establishment called Gyros. The little sandwich shop is finding business too slow (I'm told). This after reading Oddball Observations that Sue Ann has put her PV Apple Pan up for sale. However, I lucked out enough to find the new thrift shop open, for a change.

And some reader was kind enough to printout the post about Tai-Phoon, which was tacked up on one of the walls of the take-out where I ordered ... Thai take out, what else? Made me feel loved and almost as much a celebrity as the dotter the day she was spotted down at Sky Harbor by a reader who shouted, "It's OmegaMom!"

Computer Woes

Tis my annual into the shop for the freaky Mac which inhabits my desktop. Apparently my experience is quite singular -- for years, I worked on various PCs with no big problems. I make the change to an Apple and am plagued; possibly it's a curse from Bill Gates. The SteveGuru says that he's never seen a Mac with as many problems as my lovely machine. Cold comfort.

So, in the meantime, I am slowly adjusting to a loaner laptop from friend Georgene. Maybe by tomorrow night, I will be comfortable with PhotoShop & such in alien surrounds and thus able to return to my standard picture posts. In the meantime, I am composing a new calypso tune:

I picked my lovely Apple from the Lemon Tree.

Too bad Harry Belafonte is not around to sing it.

Coffee at the Wild Iris

Gentrification -- it's a very mixed bag. Too often, the plainer lines of an honest past are traded for an imaginary (and thoroughly upscale) re-creation of an idealized history. In contrast, the courtyard on Granite Street is one of the times it really works. What was once an old, unused warehouse is now the home for a gallery, a coffee house and a beauty salon. Plus outdoor seating when the weather warms. A perfect setting for the Wild Iris.

Outfitted in lavender and pale green, this coffee house is quite a contrast to, say, Coffee Roasters over on Gurley. The interior is spacious...

...somewhat elegant -- and appears to have attracted primarily grown-ups. (Yes, adults also like to have Wi-Fi for their laptops. No, I don't carry a computer in my wanderings...)

I like to sit there with my coffee and a goodie, staring at the patterns made by the lavender ductwork.

The neatest feature of Wild Iris is a pair of picture windows overlooking Granite Creek. Of course there is Van Gogh himself (as well as a reproduction of one of his irises); the door (below) connects to the gallery next door. All in all, a very satisfying arrangement.

A Pair of Links: For the Scandinavians among us, there's the handy Viking Answer Lady to make certain that your helmet is equipped with the right kind of horns or that you've got your gods straight. Much more up-to-date is the contribution from my SIL -- Billboardom, which does for outdoor advertising what LOL Cats does for our feline friends.

Two snakes

As I was riffling through a few of the LH's photographs to illustrate an article I'm working on, this image of a basaltic cliff jumped out at me. The concentric circles on the upper rock suggest the locale was Barrata Tank, a permanent water hole in Hell Canyon upstream from the SR 89 crossing. The thematic glyphs at Barrata are representations of the sun and other circles.

However, it was the snake that actually caught my eye. The shape of the head is that of a rattler. Furthermore, the zigzag is quite like the design of one of my favorite sweatshirts! In keeping with this theme, I also turned up the photo below; it's difficult to make out this fellow's head tho it's there in the center of his coil. On the other hand, his telltale rattle is very evident. But there's absolutely nothing zigzag about him.

I don't know if there are other pictures of any snakes, much less rattlers, in the LH's archives. Possibly not, because we saw few on our outings. Very strange -- there was a restaurant operator down in Peeple's Valley who was afraid of rattlers; he found them every time he ventured into the bush. We wanted to see snakes and so they made themselves scarce. The four rattlers we met in nearly 20 years of boondocking were 1) hiding in the rocks on the west side of Sycamore Canyon; 2) among the rocks on the way to the dam at Watson Lake; 3) among some boulders out Downers' Trail (pre-development), plus one timber rattler in the middle of the Copper Basin Road up near Spruce Mountain. Go figure.

Links to the Works of Nature: Finally an I-was-there description of the Great Snow of 19-aught-67; this by LindaG at her new Prescott Past blog. She was snowed in at Groom Creek. Maria Langer posts re: the dangers of quick sand in desert rivers, the Hassayampa in this case. Steve Ayres has written a report on getting to the bottom of Montezuma's Well. And for a really big picture of the natural earth, there's no better place than the daily photo from space at NASA's Earth Observatory. OK, OK, this just in -- and off-topic, but plenty worth the visit -- ROL Cats, translated from the Russian.

Willow Lake pots

Downtown library rule: always check out the display cases at the rear of the main floor.You will find very cool displays. Recently pieced together pots, for instance. Quite plain, but nicely shaped.

Here's the history of this particular batch of shards. Too bad they didn't display the black-on-white ware, though.

Two photographs of photographs here -- pictures of the field work at the Willow Lake site. BTW, I'm sure that the project chief for Qwest wishes they hadn't turned up that black-on-white ware; this is the kind of delay that's likely to happen to many of those public works projects envisioned by planners of The Stimulus. At least here in the Southwest.

A somewhat prettier pot, though it certainly does not look very grey to me.

Critters in the winter snow

This has been my week to be on the receiving end of critter pictures from all over the Prescott area. The buck deer above was browsing beneath a bird feeder over in Mountain Club, while friend Leslie met up with the javelina (below). Note how close to two-dimensional the lady is in this picture.


These guys on the other hand look quite sleek and well fed by their friends in Mountain Club.

Here is the resident roadrunner, all fluffed up, at Bobbi's up in Chino. She reports that he's a fine bird, tho she doesn't really approve of his appetite for baby quail.

And over at friends Patty & Bob, the ravens continue to gather -- and prosper. I was especially taken with the photo through the venetian blind.

My thanks to all the friends who are keeping me in critter pictures; I seem to be limited to household pets currently. Yes, I have noted signs of my javelina troop, but I haven't caught a single glimpse of them recently. And, yes, my dotter did spy a raccoon on my back porch, rummaging through the woodpile where the chipmunks make a nest. But nothing for the camera.

Late afternoon lighting

As I've mentioned several times before, because of my location, I don't usually enjoy good late afternoon lighting -- and so I have to grab such pictures when I have a chance. Like yesterday, at a late, late appointment at the north end of town.Consider the sea of condos as a design element and instead enjoy the long shadows and the warm highlights, especially on the power lines and the dozer at the top of the ridge (below).

Just a few outcrops on Granite Mountain catch the late sun; the mountain is largely in shadow. And, yes, that is snow that you see in patches at all elevations.

Reminiscences: For some reason, the post called Miller Valley Empties continues to catch comments with wonderful reminiscences of Prescott Past. For that reason, I've added a link on the right hand side, just below my profile so that more readers can add their memories! Thanks to everyone who drops by.

Happy Valentine's Day

Come to think of it, I don't know quite what one is supposed to wish others on Cupid's day. Merry doesn't cut it ... best wishes for, well that's kinda awkward. So I'll settle for happy. And a Snoopy flag. You see, I haven't done Valentine's Day for years and years and years. For that matter, as merchants of all stripes have moved into the big and the minor celebrations Big Time, I tend to find all that commercial hoo-rah to be a big turnoff. I know, I know, it helps keep our economy rolling, but, oh, what a price! On the other hand, I just received a cool eCard for the occasion and an scheduled for a VDay luncheon tomorrow, so I retract any bahs and all humbugs.

Linkable Past: I have a Google Alert set up for Yavapai which periodically routes an interesting item to my screen. For instance: did you know that the Leviathan gold mine is for sale? Located somewhere near Stanton and Rich Hill. Last mined in 19-aught-17, produced the equivalent of ten million dollars worth of gold that year. Read all about it. Another piece of history: Jarart has posted the first color picture I've ever seen of the famous 19-aught-67 snow that overwhelmed Northern Arizona (including Prescott which received between three and four feet of snow).

A bright, shiny R.E.D. truck

Neighbors had a major driveway project underway when the brightest, shiniest R.E.D. truck I've seen in quite some time arrived with gravel.

Time out for a portrait. Though it was a working vehicle, this truck was spotless and the chrome thoroughly polished. I wouldn't mind riding around town in it. Any day.

Down to business. First the gate is raised (above). Then the big hydraulic piston lifts the box and the dump begins (below).


The box is lifted even higher to move the last of the gravel.

And here's the end result -- two carefully placed heaps of gravel which added up to a very small load for the beautiful, shiny R.E.D. truck.

Posts Past: One post that keeps getting comments from old timers is one I did on empty stores on Miller Valley. Tonight, I just had another comment -- you might want to check it out.

Ready for the firemen

I'm an innocent when it comes to such matters as building codes and similar arcana. However, it is obvious, just looking at how commercial and institutional structures are outfitted, that dealing with potential fires is a major concern. I understand the hose hook-ups, ever ready. But what might a sprinkler room be?

The hexagonal arrangement of heavy-duty spigots here at Lowe's makes a lovely pattern, as well as being thoroughly functional.

Belt and suspenders? These hook-ups are elsewhere on the Lowe's building.

Fire department connections at a new church building are bright and shiny enough to reflect my black pants. I couldn't get a good angle on the dang unit that didn't include my legs.

A fence-side hook-up near the street at a local school (above) and a carefully fenced-in unit on Whiskey Row near The Palace. What is it being protected against -- or is the ornamental iron being merely ... ornamental?

Linkage: Tombo offers some local restaurant reviews for your dining pleasure. And if you like walking around Prescott with me, you might enjoy walking up in Edmond Washington with Ron (though he is a madman who gets up before the sun rises, a feat I'm incapable of.) I'm also happy to report that my SIL has made one of his rare periodic posts from up in Alaska.