Light/Breezes

Light/Breezes
SUNRISE AT DEATH VALLEY-Photo by Tom Cochrun

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Local Irregularities

The Eyes of Zuckerberg
927 Entry by Lana Cochrun

     Hold on!  Labor Day Weekend in Cambria means the muses rule.
     This year is a perfect storm of creativity. 
     ---The annual 927 non-traditional art show in this art colony tucked between the Santa Lucia Mountains and the Pacific.
     ---The Follies-a long tradition in the best spirit of gridiron style humor.
     ---The Pindedorado Weekend party including the 70th rendition of the "hometown parade."

the "927"
    Way back when this colony of artists began the non traditional show, there was but one telephone prefix-927. That's the back story.  Now we use the 805 area code plus one of three prefixes to make local calls. Oh the travails of progress eh?! But the 927 continues and my favorite artist, my bride Lana won in the Topical Composition category.
She's taken home Best of Show and First place but the judging this year was of a different format.  Enjoy the work.
 Nasty Women
Holly McCain

 Truth or Consequences
Judith Skarvedt

 In Which God Figures Out What To Do With Old Golf Balls
Art Van Rhyn
WINNER IN HUMOR


 The Angel of Mercy
Art Van Rhyn

 The Eyes of Zuckerberg
Lana Cochrun
WINNER IN TOPICAL COMPOSITION

 Pollack's Chair
Kathy Rippe

 To and Fro Picasso
Judy Schuester

 Cambria Retiree
Tish Rogers
BEST NARRATION

 Parchment Photo
Douglas Greenfield
this was accompanied by a book of skilled and wonderful images

 We Can Do It
Tom Gould

 Puppet Masters
Tish Rogers

 Political Dialogue
Ruth Armstrong
WINNER IN PHOTO 

 Think Outside the Box
Jim Rogers

 U.S. Foreign Policy for Babies
Carolyn Pye


 Stepping Out
Kathryn Rippe

 Dr. Schultzie and the Anatomy Class
Jeanette Wolff

 Art Sherwyn
Born into Poverty
 Lining Up For Lunch
Art Sherwin
MOST CREATIVE USE OF MATERIAL

 Tears for Liberty
Lana Cochrun

 Neon Spring on Bitterwater Road
Randall Lyon

Mice Fur
Kathryn Rippe


showtime


     Randy Schwalbe penned a terrific tale of good vs. evil about a plan to build freeways between the east and west villages in Cambria. Great parody tunes and a superb effort by the homegrown cast.

the pinedorado parade
the 70th 
This is a homegrown event and as always it starts with the calliope.
Despite any or everything else, we can still enjoy Americana.



 They went by too fast! That arm belongs to the Parade Grand Marshall, intrepid reporter and all around great person, Kathe Tanner. No enemy of the people here.







 this guy is my nominee for unsung hero






























 a surprise fly over-=-they went that-a-way





 and they came back and went that-a-way














 In Cambria you can talk to the parade. He said this old ag cart is 65 years old and was found in a barn on Santa Rosa Creek Road.

























   See you down the trail.

     

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Road Weary-Melancholy-Disconnects

   Take off on a cross country flight

    There was a time when I lived a lot of my life at 30 thousand feet. Now it seems an intrusion into what I'm trying to claim as sanity. But I thought the scene above was sweet.
    Not so sweet is the endless litany of phone conversations the rest of us are forced to hear. If I were a corporate spy there were several breaches available, because the guy or the gal with-in ear shot was saying stuff that should not have been overheard, proprietary and even financial information that should be secured.  
   To my ears, even worse are the personal conversations. America is sounding like bad reality television.
    I told Lana, I'm glad my road warrior days are over. I don't have it in me anymore. 
    I felt bad for the guy, only a few years my junior, who had strung his charger under the bar while he jockeyed calls, shifting appointments, and booking new flights as plans derailed because of flight delays and missed connections. Life in a house of cards! 
    I had been up at 3:30 and now half way across the country it was 7:00A and I was squeezed in between him and the breakfast burrito eating, email writing, bearded young man on the next stool. I told the waitress I wanted scrambled eggs and hot water for my tea. 
     "Are you drinking your breakfast?" she said to the flight shifter to my right, sipping his beer. 
     "You got it," he sighed, fingers back on the phone with background photos of who I presumed were his grown son and daughter. 
     A sorry scene. No way to live. 
     A note to those of you who are out there every day, lower the volume of the calls, please.

melancholy ranch 

      Out in Los Osos is an island of the past. The last acres of an old ranch surrounded by neighborhoods that seem to pay no heed to the life and industry that once happened there. It too will probably go the way of development. 
    I couldn't help but wonder about the lives that were lived here, the work that was done, the incidents that were once vital.
       This is what is left of a history that, like the buildings, is dilapidated, and falling apart. I wonder about those stories we'll never hear.  

the disconnects
     Could be wrong about this, but I'm getting the sense a lot of people are not paying attention to our national tragedy or they are so stuck in their silo of bias and belief they refuse to see the truth. That and those who are sickened by the reality are suffering a fatigue. 
      And there are other disconnects. A friend who does international business opened the door on a situation that has not percolated to the top of the news services. Since the administration has begun trade warring, this friend's business world has gotten aggressively prickly.
      Mexican officials refuse to release product until he fills out a flurry of new forms, in Spanish. Asian clients are asking for a new invoicing system that spreads out cost to keep under a new maximum cap, so they can avoid being charged a fee. Wire transfer payments are suddenly more expensive, nations are asking for additional paperwork and execution fees and on and on.
      He's been in this line of business for more than 20 years and this is all new stuff.  Hassles, harassment, retribution. My friend said the US State Department and the USDA Foreign Agricultural service have spent years of negotiations and making agreements that clear the way and empower the export of US products. And all of that is coming undone, because of the occupant of the White House, who has not a clue about how intricate and complex the world is.
       
       decoding
   "There are none so blind as those who will not see"
in other words
"Understanding cannot be forced on those who choose to be ignorant"

   There is a lot of that, a dangerous amount, going around these days.

     See you down the trail.

Thursday, August 16, 2018

...When Rights are Essential...When Wrong is evil...


shore sculpture at Morro Bay

     the pause

   A breather and a contemplation. Tucked into our complex lives is the need for moments to just look, appreciate and breath deeply. Some of you regular readers are facing health issues and please know our thoughts are with you.
    Our thoughts are also with others and we get into that below.


          But first, have you seen the hair cut sported by an artichoke that goes to seed?  We've enjoyed several "farmed" in Lana's raised growing bed. She decided to let the last one go to seed, to see what it looks like. Kinda of punk eh?

right is essential
     When I hear someone start off about media bias I can't help but think about people I know. There was Al Schultz the editor of my boyhood hometown paper. Al was a neighbor, his kids were my friends and he and his wife were friends with my parents. He worked at night putting out a morning paper so he wasn't always there when other dads were playing catch or grilling out. Even as a kid I knew he was smart, well read, knew history and was traveled. But we could all tell it was hard work and it took its toll. It was hard on the family when he broke a story about abuse in the jail.
      I think about the cast of characters that populated the smoky din of the Times City room when I was lucky to enter that special world as a stringer and copy boy while in high school. Men and women racing deadlines, clacking at typewriters, while line-o-type machines cast hot lead columns and huge presses rolled and rumbled on the floors below.
     Or my college buddies Toby and Dave who covered the police beat for the city paper in my college town while I did the same thing for a radio station. Or the friends who spent hours working to publish the college newspaper.
      I think about guys like Joe Gelarden, Bill Anderson, Tom Keating, Dick Cady, Harley Bierce, Mac Trusnick, Paul Bird, Bob Bell, Mike Tarpey, Ed Zeigner, Wendell Phillippi, Bob Mooney, Pat Traub, Lyle and David Manweiller, Robin Miller, Zach Duncan, Gerry Lafollette, RK Schull, Howard Smulevitz ink stained retches from the Star or News who were friends but competitors covering government, crime and the people of a major city.
     I think of broken plans, cancelled vacations, ruined days off, interrupted dinners, when called out to a plane crash, train derailment, hazardous material spill, homicide, fire, prison riot, the finding of a drowned child, a late night school board meeting, a run over legislative hearing, a citizens group meeting, meeting a source, pouring over documents, reading science reports.
     I think about Bruce Taylor, Will Murphy, Fred Heckman, Bob Hoover, Bob Campbell, Ben Strout, Steve Starnes, Anne Ryder, Teresa Wells, John Stanley, Kevin Finch, Stacy Conrad, Leslie Olsen, Mary McDermott, David Macanally, Rich Van Wyk, John Whalen, Bill Ditton, Steve Sweitzer, Marlee Gintner, Karen Grau, Pat Costello, Randal Stanley, Pam Vaught, Marilyn Schultz, Neal Moore and many others who saw the work as more than just a job. 
     I think of Bob Collins sitting at the bar at the press club a brilliant writer destroying his body. I remember Jep Cadou, Carolyn Pickering, Hortense Meyers, Ed Stattman. I think of the late night drinks of people who devoted their lives to information while missing family or ruining marriages. 
    In fact there are thousands of scenes I can conjure from lifting a body from a burning plane, to waiting for cops to identify a victim, or waiting in statuary hall for a senator or congressman to appear or sitting through long hearings and trials or riding with cops or embedding with military, or talking with people for hours on end to understand their point of view, or hearing parents weep about the abuse of a child, or rage in anger at how a bank foreclosed on a home and on and on. It takes something of yourself to listen,to wait, to care, to study, to ponder, to dig, to research so that you can tell other citizens.
     None of that is fake news. Never was. Never will be. It is looking for facts, truth, looking at life in its better and worse hues. None of the people who do that work are enemies of the people. 
     I think about the young staff of my local paper here on the Central California Coast. They remind me of myself and some of the names above. Many of you have never heard of those people. They are not New York or Washington luminaries-they were local journalists, like thousands of others across the nation. They are not enemies of the people. Nor are the people who labor to report the daily news and who endeavor to make sense of our crazy world.
    We have never been perfect. We make mistakes and we admit them. 24 Hour television in the deregulated age has added entirely too much bloviating, opinion, and entertainment with the bottom line being, getting viewers, but still the work-a-day reporters, the real journalists, the newsmen and women are not enemies of the people. We could do with less schmooze and more news, less celebrity and more substance, but our habits and ways of getting information continue to change.

     Trust me, please! This nation is much better off with a tough, adversarial, questioning, probing, and yes even a pain in the ass media and press corp than without. We are a much healthier nation with critics on all sides, and challenges of any president than without that tension. Probably every president has had their issues with the press and that is as it should be. That has been our history.
   A free press, a robust and even imperfect media serves this nation better than any President in our history. 
    Donald Trump has gone too far.
bullies
     Donald Trump is trying to silence critics. Remember he is the same man who used to call tabloids and talk shows pretending to be his press agent. He is more than a liar. He is a danger to our 200 some years of tradition. He is a cancer on what is left of our integrity and he is a toxin to what is left of our civility. And I suspect even if he were bright enough to understand, he wouldn't care because he is so self immersed. 
     Think about this. Who would you trust-a man who spent his life in service to his nation, doing hard and unthinkable tasks, devoted to the principles of a democratic republic, honoring civilian control and respecting security and military leaders or a real estate hustler, known liar, sexual predator and braggart, who will not even read position papers or intelligence briefings and who publicly condemns his own intelligence community? It is the tactic of a strongman or dictator.
     John Brennan battled against our enemies. Donald Trump meets with them in secret, gives them security secrets and functions as their stooge. In the Mano y Mano match up here, it is certainly not Brennan who should have his security clearance pulled.  Read the warning signs. 
      Trump is treasonous. He is the enemy of the people.  

evil
     I hope the Catholic church will pursue with all dispatch the prosecution of those priests who have engaged in such hellish behavior in Pennsylvania. Some of those accused are now in positions of influence and power and even in the College of Cardinals. 
       Their betrayal of their faith, and their evil behavior should again rock the denomination to its core. The offenses are awful, but that some of the men involved are still in leadership positions, and that an organized cover up still exists is horrendous enough for a full papal retribution.

after all that, a sweet parting
This is a creation of friend and painter Pat Wilmott
it was every bit as delicious as beautiful

    See you down the trail.