This is the Carson House in Eureka, CA...back then they built houses the old fashioned way.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Why I love history.
I was out on another bike ride today, I went to Mooney's Grove, a park outside of town. I have fond memories of going there with my grandparents a long time ago. When we would visit during holidays like Thanksgiving and Easter, many of my cousins would be there too, and it was a special treat for us kids to go to Mooney's Grove. They had a skateboard park there, and this was way back in the 60's! And we would bring our skateboards, which at the time were flimsy little things with steel wheels, not the fancy ones of today.
When I rode by there today, I looked for that skateboard park, but learned that it was removed years ago, only a gentle slope of lawn is there now. In my mind I pictured all of us kids there, with other kids, laughing and falling and having fun...an echo of the past. It's always the past...memories that get replayed over and over...Then I thought of my visit to Stonehenge in England years ago, and how the same kind of image went through my mind. The people who lived there back then, the villages and huts, how things might have been to them...now only empty tracts of land.
I have always loved history, fascinated by it really...on my ride back it dawned on me that history is all we really have. Oh we have the present and future of course, but that too will become history in the blink of an eye.
If you think about it, the past has always been more important than the present. The present is like a piece of living coral that sticks above the water, but is built upon the millions of skeletons of coral under the surface, that no one sees. In the same way, our everyday world is built upon millions and millions of events and decisions that occurred in the past. And what we add in the present only becomes part of it.
A guy has breakfast and goes to the store to buy the latest cd of his favorite band. He thinks he's living in a modern moment. But who defined what a 'band' is? or what a 'store' is?...or a breakfast of bacon and eggs?...not to mention all the rest, everything that defines his social setting, family, work, clothing, transportation, government...All of this was defined in the past, hundreds of years ago...sometimes thousands. This guy...and all of us...are sitting on a mountain that is the past, and he never notices or realizes it. It's just something you take for granted and never think about...So that's why I'm fascinated by history museums, or historical sites, or simply an old house, or a place or location that carries a certain meaning or experience, because it's part of the grand collection of the things that made us who we are.
When I rode by there today, I looked for that skateboard park, but learned that it was removed years ago, only a gentle slope of lawn is there now. In my mind I pictured all of us kids there, with other kids, laughing and falling and having fun...an echo of the past. It's always the past...memories that get replayed over and over...Then I thought of my visit to Stonehenge in England years ago, and how the same kind of image went through my mind. The people who lived there back then, the villages and huts, how things might have been to them...now only empty tracts of land.
I have always loved history, fascinated by it really...on my ride back it dawned on me that history is all we really have. Oh we have the present and future of course, but that too will become history in the blink of an eye.
If you think about it, the past has always been more important than the present. The present is like a piece of living coral that sticks above the water, but is built upon the millions of skeletons of coral under the surface, that no one sees. In the same way, our everyday world is built upon millions and millions of events and decisions that occurred in the past. And what we add in the present only becomes part of it.
A guy has breakfast and goes to the store to buy the latest cd of his favorite band. He thinks he's living in a modern moment. But who defined what a 'band' is? or what a 'store' is?...or a breakfast of bacon and eggs?...not to mention all the rest, everything that defines his social setting, family, work, clothing, transportation, government...All of this was defined in the past, hundreds of years ago...sometimes thousands. This guy...and all of us...are sitting on a mountain that is the past, and he never notices or realizes it. It's just something you take for granted and never think about...So that's why I'm fascinated by history museums, or historical sites, or simply an old house, or a place or location that carries a certain meaning or experience, because it's part of the grand collection of the things that made us who we are.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Illustration Friday - Acrobat
In the '72 World Series, Joe Rudi made an acrobatic catch, saving a run and the A's went on to win it.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Illustration Friday - Atmosphere
Climbing the Matterhorn must be quite an adventure. The atmosphere becomes thin around 10,000 feet, where the Hornli Hut is located.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Illustration Friday - Stargazing
The best place to star gaze would probably be in orbit, untethered and unimpeded by atmosphere.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Illustration Friday - Caged
A sketch of San Francisco in 2061, caged under a dome to protect it from UV rays.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
It Makes My Head Itch
This is hard to explain. Whenever I observe someone doing a task or working with tools, in a silent and focused way, it makes the top of my head itch. I become mesmerized by the concentration and deliberate nature of someone doing something. I saw a guy in a museum once, he was seated at a bench, drawing one of the sculptures on a drawing pad. He would look up, take it all in, and then return to the drawing pad. All that visual information passing through his eyeballs to his brain, then transferred to his hand holding the pencil, onto the paper...I watched that whole process and my head would start to itch.
Back in woodshop class in junior high, we watched a movie on the proper use of tools. The narrator would explain the tools and then stop talking. But the guy in the film never spoke, he would silently and carefully pick up a saw or wrench, and slowly and deliberately use it...I would watch like a zombie with much concentration, and my head would itch.
I still notice it at the library, when one of the volunteer girls are sorting through books and silently and carefully handle and shelve them. Their concentration is mesmerizing, and it makes the top of my head itch....it's the darnedest thing.
Back in woodshop class in junior high, we watched a movie on the proper use of tools. The narrator would explain the tools and then stop talking. But the guy in the film never spoke, he would silently and carefully pick up a saw or wrench, and slowly and deliberately use it...I would watch like a zombie with much concentration, and my head would itch.
I still notice it at the library, when one of the volunteer girls are sorting through books and silently and carefully handle and shelve them. Their concentration is mesmerizing, and it makes the top of my head itch....it's the darnedest thing.
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