We the Thirty Thousand...

EQUILIBRIUM


We now are confronting the very real possibility of falling into the black hole of hubris.

Resetting a culture that is thousands of years old is an undertaking courting unintended consequences that could drag our country into a singularity of the unknown without a way to recover…

Dismantled

The Protected Armoured Vehicles that our troops use to search for and dismantle IED’s cost 1,000,000 each. They can be blown up with a 10.00 stick of dynamite. What is wrong with this picture? If you had a 1,000,000 horse would this happen again and again? The horses used to graze at Camp Pendleton but they don’t seem to be there any more…

Seeing Nothing

There are Four Pillars of Justice: Police, Courts, Correctional system, and Community.
The First Pillar Turned a Blind Eye on Hasan.

The Four Pillars of Justice ...the jury convenes

Four Pillars of Justice

The Unsuspected Pawn

The Fort Hood Shooter is but a small pawn in the Game.

The New Game Player Wins over Chaos

The New Game Begins with Chaos

The New Game Begins

The End Game Ends

Red Pawn x White Knight

X pawn

Four Black Knights

Black Queen Mates in Two

Pawn to Queen

Knight Opens

The Green Hills of Camp Pendleton CA U.S.A.

"End Game"

Lightness of Being…

There are wondrous days in my present…Of enthralling lightness of being that is beyond description. The feelings of omnipresence permeates my awareness to the total destruction of rational thought. Vibrations…synapses …sparking…electrical connections to the strings of the forever….

BEEP BEEP!

There I was sitting reading a novel about Antarctica which was totally out of context for my surroundings here in sunny warm California, on a deck which was completely other worldly in my new world of comfort compared to Eureka. Warm, Sunny, Warm, Sunny, reading good books…
What a great place to be…

Here I was in mentally in another world, one of death from ice which you could read about when your are Seventy plus and feel that in another time in another life maybe you could have…
When I heard a landing on the fence…

Having lived through the Hawk attack, I instantly was on guard for a new threat, but looking up I saw this incredibly funny bird which we know as “roadrunner”. Beep Beep I heard my inner voice singing. When the little girls watched the cartoons they had a show which had road runners and there were the roadrunners in the Movie cartoons…

He sat there looking at me, I sat there looking at him. Just to prove that he could do it, he ran along the top of the fence which is about an inch wide. He stopped and looked at me again. Cocking his head from side to side, he grinned at me…did he say Beep Beep?... I swear he did, but when I think about it maybe it was a recording in my head.

Glancing over his shoulder one more time he danced on his way then broke into a full breakneck run down the fence. With one more glance over his shoulder, he hopped down on the roof of the shed next door. With a fine imitation of a Gene Kelly tap dance he continued on his way. Did I get up and look over the fence?....no. I did not, for I wanted to keep in my minds eye the memory of his last glance with his funny almost cartoon imitation of what we all grew up with as kids…Beep Beep…

I know he will come back…beep

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KJJW7EF5aVk&NR=1

Wile E. Coyote next?

HAWK ATTACK!

It had been a morning of glorious golden sky and incandescent fluffy clouds. Sitting here with my morning coffee as my habit , my husband joined me for my last cup and final pursual of the morning paper.

We had been discussing the aerodynamics of the Humming Birds that fly around our heads on the way to the very large Honeysuckle bush next door. Our deck is elevated above the rest of the yards on our back yard ridge and so we have a clear 200 degree view from east to west and beyond.

“It must frustrate the Hell out of the military jet designers... I was saying talking about the ability of the little hummers to change directions in a split second. They can turn at right angles and dive while doing so. They can hover on their sides and back up at the same time. Miracles in the bird engineering world”.

Just then, there was a screaming sound. Turning I see a large hawk coming up the hill between the houses heading directly at us. Me! It was coming at me! Remembering that raptors will go for the eyes, I duck…there was a whoosh, and then silence. The echoes of his rage ringing in my ears. I look at Robert, and he is sitting there with a look of disbelief on his face.

“He came right over your sculpture” he said. The scene kept replaying over and over in my head, for here we were, just sitting there. We had not been walking any where near where a nest could be seen, although maybe that was the problem…

I believe that this was a Redtailed Hawk as it looked like the pictures I can find of Hawks. The scream was as described in the wikipedia reference on Redtailed Hawks.

Did he mistake my curly blond head for a cat? Was he looking at something in back of us and just aiming at us on his way? Will he come back? Did I know that these Hawks can dive at 120 miles an hour? I do now. There was no time to get off of my perch and run… All these questions remain and will be pondered on when I next go for my morning coffee on our deck with the view… "the scream" is a memory seared in my minds ear. It becomes one of the indefinable elements that make up my new world in my own back yard. An element that is of the real world of the wild…a paradox of what my concept of “back yard” means in terms of "safe"….

Will he always be there in my minds eye?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33DWqRyAAUw

August 6, 2009

Update about hawks according to the Veterinarian ...hawks do not go for the eyes...(the web says they do)...although any seabird will go for the eyes...anyway I will still duck...

Thinking about it ...not thinking about it...

I Sit and Stand amid images that flee and become more real than anything I could ever paint or sculpt. I sit and stand and think only to sit once again and then...

"moonstoned"