Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Heading east from Merced on 140, out past the city limits, past the Wilson Substation, in a location you probably have no idea is named Tuttle1, you see it, an improbably imposing2 obelisk in the middle of farmland nowhere. Lots of people wonder; very few, I think, stop to assuage their curiosity.
What it is is the final resting place of local rancher George Hicks Fancher, 1828 - 1900. (Fancher the Rancher, his friends may well have called him.) I couldn't find much of anything about the guy, but I did learn that his oversized tombstone was the subject of a lawsuit. Fancher's will set aside $25,000 for burial and a "monument"; his heirs wanted to spend a measly $2,000 on the gravestone and build a library with the rest. The court ruled, in effect, that monument means monument. So the children of Tuttle went without books (I guess), and Yosemite travelers gained an enigma to entertain them on the long flat stretch of highway.
1Named for AT&SF executive R. H. Tuttle.
268 feet tall.
Saturday morning Mrs. G and I are heading off for the first of our annual two weeks at Twin Lakes (the second will be in September), near Bridgeport, to do some fishing, some relaxing and general recharging of the spiritual batteries. I'm looking forward to trout dinners, nights around the campfire with good friends and the 4th of July in Bridgeport, with fireworks behind the courthouse.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Paintbrush, buckwheat, lupine, yarrow (not in bloom), and (I think) monkey flower above Sutro Baths. This is one of a number of areas in the Presidio and GGNRA where the Park Service is trying to re-establish native plants--quite successfully, it seems. It's a striking contrast with the other side of the path, where it's all nasturtium, ice plant, radish, tree mallow, and such--all introduced species.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Once a booming gold mining center with a large population, Bodie is now a ghost town maintained by the Park Service in a state of arrested decay. It sits at the end of a 13-mile mostly-paved road off Highway 395, nestled in the Sierra over 8000 feet above sea level. The sprawling collection of ramshackle buildings dating back to the mid-1800s, abandoned cars, buggies, mining equipment and other sundry detritus makes it a photographer's paradise.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
(A few pictures for Donna, who, I believe, likes clouds.)
Mrs. Generik and I are Giants fans and season ticket holders at AT&T Park. We sit upstairs, where the view can be both dramatic and distracting. Last Friday night was especially nice in that regard, with some incredible clouds and sunset color. I spent the better part of two innings looking through my viewfinder rather than paying attention to the action on the field. (The game itself was a masterpiece, too, though --Tim Lincecum pitched a complete game shutout in all of 2 hours and 2 minutes.)
I think these look better bigger, so you might want to click back to the Flickr pages for them and check out the larger size.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Saw this display at the Union Street Fair last weekend. The bright sunlight of that day makes this a good candidate for Shadow Shot Sunday, don't you think?
Check out some of last week's SSS entries here.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Sergeyev Possad (also sp. Sergiyev Posad), known as Zagorsk before the 1917 revolution, is a town built around a complex of churches that arose over the centuries surrounding a 14th century monastery. We spent about half a day looking at the churches before heading off to the country and our friend Valodya's dacha.