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Photography

Today’s digital postcard

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

The fog was out today, but not so heavy that it triggered the fog horns on Golden Gate. Too bad, really – the fog combined with the horns is unique and one of my favorite experiences.

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No dogs on Dog Beach. It looks like pooches are now banned in an effort to protect the wildlife. I can understand the choice, but I did enjoy watching the pups play in the waves.

Still, I imagine the birdlife on the beach is pretty happy about the new laws.

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The Ferry Building is finished and the Tower Clock was working when I drove past it to get to the hotel. The Famer’s Market has moved there, and I plan on visiting the building first thing in the morning. I remember the Ferry Building as a hulk of a building, with only the steel frame and front and what was left of the tower.

The park along the Embarcadero where I used to live, down by the Bay Bridge, is also finished. Looks like a huge Bow and Arrow sculpture has been added. Another place to visit tomorrow.

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Having a great time. Wish you were here.

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Just Shelley

Moving to the beat

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I spent the morning pulling boxes and furniture down from piles and placing the items into the storage unit’s hallways. I opened several boxes and pulled out some favorite books I didn’t want to lose – GravitationThe God ParticleVisionBotticelli’s Dante, which I picked up at the show in London, and my hard to find books on faceting and various other bits and pieces.

As I was dragging a load down to the van, a professional mover who was helping someone else asked if I was trying to move the stuff all by myself. I must have looked pretty pathetic because when he was finished with the move, he came over to my unit. Ten minutes later, everything was back in the unit, the remaining boxes I needed to look through pulled out and a space provided to push the boxes back. What would have taken me half a day took him no time at all. And then he asked me out dancing Friday night. He said that he’d been taking Salsa lessons and wanted to try them out.

Well. Well. Of all possible outcomes from the day, this is one I didn’t expect.

Salsa dancing aside – and I love to dance – I finished what was a two day job today, thanks to Geraldo’s help. I salvaged what I needed and pulled down the gate and walked away from the rest, never to see it again.

Even with the help, my back is killing me tonight, so I ended the day walking along the Dog Beach, letting the sand and the fog and the pelicans do their magic, sipping on a latte as I treked through the sand. It was a wonderous day – sunshine, fog in from the ocean, cool, but not too cool. More of the same tomorrow and Friday, and I hope I can move tomorrow because I want to explore the newly renovated Ferry building, and walk along the Embarcadero. Friday, I’m thinking of driving around the golden circle. Not sure about Salsa dancing Friday night.

Maybe.

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Travel

In San Fran

Arrived in San Francisco last night. I’m staying in a wonderful hotel near the Embarcadero that I found through Hotwire. I’m amazed at how much I could save – enough to be able to afford to stay at this hotel.

The Wayward Weblogger co-op is going very, very well. Still work to do on it, the weblog statistics package is strange and I want to install a different one. There is a problem with MT and timezones and I’m wondering if it has to do with my setting the machine clock to GMT. Any ideas?

I’ve also got to install email filters at the server – I’m getting close to 600 emails a day now with all my weblog domain names. I can’t find the legitimate emails at this point.

Much to write on but first, work before pleasure. I’m off to the storage unit to spend a day unpacking and repacking boxes.

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Photography Places

Fog

The fog was out today, but not so heavy that it triggered the fog horns on Golden Gate. Too bad, really — the fog combined with the horns is unique and one of my favorite experiences.

foggybridge.jpg

No dogs on Dog Beach. It looks like pooches are now banned in an effort to protect the wildlife. I can understand the choice, but I did enjoy watching the pups play in the waves.

Still, I imagine the birdlife on the beach is pretty happy about the new laws.

lookout.jpg

The Ferry Building is finished and the Tower Clock was working when I drove past it to get to the hotel. The Famer’s Market has moved there, and I plan on visiting the building first thing in the morning. I remember the Ferry Building as a hulk of a building, with only the steel frame and front and what was left of the tower.

The park along the Embarcadero where I used to live, down by the Bay Bridge, is also finished. Looks like a huge Bow and Arrow sculpture has been added. Another place to visit tomorrow.

olddock.jpg

Having a great time. Wish you were here.

starfish.jpg

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Photography Travel

The road goes on and on, and on and on

When I’m on the road, I’ll either sleep like a baby or toss and turn all night, and this trip is a tosser and turner. Normally I take great joy in road trips, but this one just isn’t clicking for me. It shows in my writing, and it showed in my driving, which was, frankly, pretty bad today. Not because of the car I was driving but because I kept doing stupid things. Stupid, stupid things.

I decided to see if I could wake up my interest in the trip by varying my route and going I70 through the Rockies to Castle Canyon in Utah, and then travel up I15 to Salt Lake City.

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As I expected the scenery was incredible, and I’ve included some photos in this post. Note that the day was very hazy, so the colors and lines are muted. But I think you can see at least a glimpse of the beauty of the scenery of I70 west of Denver.

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First comes the Rockies, and my roommates poor old van had a difficult time making the steep grade. I was further slowed because around every corner is another breathtaking moment, and by the time I entered Utah, I was far behind my scheduled arrival in Nevada tonight.

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Utah was hot, hot, hot — 105 degrees F. But again, around every corner was another vista, formation, bit of color what have you that I had to explore and capture. Even when it meant walking around in the desert and around rocks at these temperatures.

(One legacy of this adventure — a headache that began with the altitude change in Colorado and was continued with the temperatures in Utah.)

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The oddest thing happened along I70 just before making the turn to I15 to head north — these bugs were crawling across the road, big ones that looked like a cross between a giant red bee and some kind of beetle. They were a dark reddish brown, all one color, and they crawled quite quickly. I would estimate their size at 1-2 inches long. I tried not to run any over, but it was impossible as more appeared as I traveled.

Now, what was even more disconcerting is that several ‘attacked’ the van as I drove past, or at least, that’s what it looked like. They hopped at the van as it went by. To me this suggests an attack. Perhaps they’re a hitchhiking species.

The further I traveled the more bugs, until at one bridge, there were literally hundreds, perhaps thousands, crawling across the road. I never, in my life, wanted a car to work as I wanted the van to work today. Do not break down, I found myself whispering.

I have no idea what these bugs are, and have never experienced anything like this. True, I’ve had little sleep the last few days, but I’m not imagining the critters. At least, I hope I’m not — I still have several hundred miles to drive. I know that I’ll have nightmares tonight from this one, which is probably why I’m still up writing this post. If anyone knows what these things are, please, please, let me know.

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I ended up getting into Salt Lake City at 9:30. Bone tired. I have another day of driving tomorrow, which I am not looking forward to. However, I’ll have time in San Fran to rest up before trip home, the fogs are in this week (my favorite San Fran weather), and I won’t need to make another run to the coast for anything other than pleasure in the future.

At this point, though, what I want is to stay close to home. To continue my exploration of Missouri’s hikes and culture; to work on the Wayward Weblogger co-op server (the neighborhood is filling nicely); to contribute to Echo and some other RDF projects. Not to mention write and take more bandwidth stealing photos.

For the first time in I don’t know how long, I don’t want to travel. I don’t want to go somewhere. If a rolling stone gathers no moss, then I want to grow some moss on my butt.

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