Monday, December 23, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Lemons in Black & White
Via Flickr:
"What beautiful fruit! I love fruit when it's expensive." - Sir Arthur Wing Pinero, in
"The Second Mrs. Tanqueray"
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Giraffe
Hi, there!
Via Flickr:
Santa Barbara Zoo
"Giraffes! -- a People
Who live between the earth and skies,
Each in his lone religious steeple,
Keeping a light-house with his eyes."
Roy Campbell, in "Dreaming Spires"
Friday, June 14, 2013
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Abacus
Via Flickr:
"Lee Chong's station in the grocery was behind the cigar counter. The cash register was then on his left and the abacus on his right." - John Steinbeck, in "Cannery Row"
Adding up luck for the new year...
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Thursday, June 6, 2013
Cabo San Lucas Marina
" '...Let us go,' we said, 'into the Sea of Cortez, realizing that we become forever a part of it; that our rubber boots slogging through a flat of eel-grass, that the rocks we turn over in a tide pool, make us truly and permanently a factor in the ecology of the region. We shall take something away from it, but we shall leave something too.' And if we seem a small factor in a huge pattern, nevertheless it is of relative importance. We take a tiny colony of soft corals from a rock in a little water world. And that isn't terribly important to the tide pool. Fifty miles away the Japanese shrimp boats are dredging with overlapping scoops, bringing up tons of shrimps, rapidly destroying the species so that it may never come back, and with the species destroying the ecological balance of the whole region. That isn't very important in the world. And thousands of miles away the great bombs are falling and the stars are not moved thereby. None of it is important or all of it is."
John Steinbeck, The Log from the Sea of Cortez (1951)
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Cannery Row
Via Flickr:
"In a moment of local love Dora named her place the Bear Flag Restaurant and the stories are many of people who have gone in for a sandwich." - John Steinbeck, in "Cannery Row"
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Hand of Time
Via Flickr:
“Listen to the motor. Listen to the wheels. Listen with your ears and with your hands on the steering wheel; listen with the palm of your hand on the gear-shift lever; listen with your feet on the floor boards. Listen to the pounding old jalopy with all your senses….”
John Steinbeck, in "The Grapes of Wrath"
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Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Cannery Row Foggy Morning
Via Flickr:
"Early morning is a time of magic in Cannery Row." - John Steinbeck, in "Cannery Row"
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Cannery Row
Via Flickr:
Monterey, California
"Certainly all of Cannery Row and probably all of Monterey felt that a change had come." - John Steinbeck, in "Cannery Row"
Monday, March 18, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Friday, March 1, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Between Pacific Tides
Via Flickr:
"During the First World War a new fishery was developed along the coast of California, and in a few years California sardines were found in every grocery store in the land, usually in large oval tins. By the mid-1930's, the annual catch of sardines was reckoned in millions of tons and the economy of Cannery Row was in its palmiest days." -- Ed Ricketts, in "Between Pacific Tides"
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Tuesday, January 29, 2013
"... A poem, a stink, a grating noise..."
Via Flickr:
Cannery Row -
Monterey, California
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Sunday, January 20, 2013
Cannery Row
Monterey, California
Via Flickr:
"Monterey had changed, and so had Cannery Row and its denizens." - John Steinbeck