Sunday, October 17, 2010

PERFORMING ANIMAL WELFARE SANCTUARY


Ark 2000, the beautiful gate into the PAWS sanctuary, is a fitting icon for a place that is rescuing animals. This non-profit sanctuary has 100's of acres of freedom for "discarded" circus animals to retire to the peace and serenity of the land.  Good food, no more tortuous routines at the whip or pick. Restful and good.

There are fences, to be sure, but nothing like the cages of their past. These three Bengal tigers, though hard to photograph through the fencing, play and growl at each other in a friendly way while we watch  from a safe distance.

 This old female Bengal yawned on the warm sunny hillside as though to affirm, life here is good.

Richly colored coats of tigers in Calaveras County are so out of place, and beautiful. The lion habitat, nearby, has a huge maned male who couldn't keep his eyes off the females. They are separated since PAWS is not a zoo. They don't encourage offspring. The lions and bears managed to  keep clear of the fencing and were not interested in photographers


 And at each area, the food and wine are plentiful and delicious. Here Jan Hovey pours Hovey Wine. Steve Hovey has been making wine for over 20 years and is now proudly presenting his expertise under his own name.

 This female  Asian elephant has a missing toe on one hind leg and a deformed ankle from long years on a chain. She seemed so happy and comfortable. And it is a cheering sight to see her free at last.

 Man's inhumanity to man is nothing compared to what humans do to animals. This, of course, is not the worst of it. She happily nudges and scratches her trunk on the fencing. Some trees in the sanctuary have steel posts around them to protect them from being pushed over by the pachyderms.
 
 At first the sanctuary did not take in bull elephants. They can be dangerous and are unbelievably strong. They had to increase the fence strength for bulls and now they have two.
 At the final buffet and auction area, near the African and Asian elephant barns, we visitors enjoyed dozens of different wines. A wine glass comes with your ticket and you carry it from kiosk to kiosk. Here Margot Osborn pours Chatom wines.

Irish has  Pog Mo Thoin, which is Irish for a mixture of whatever is left over. Well, sort of. It has three varietals and was quite tasty at that.


 This marvelous dish of pesto flavored broiled tomatoes with mozarella was stellar, but the caterers, Jeff Newland and llFornaio, prepared pumpkin ravioli to die for. Of course, the whole luncheon is vegetarian. I keep promising myself to commit to becoming a vegetarian. Living on the road as much as Jim and I do makes it a harder fit.

 At the parking lot, is a recycled old derelict put to good use. It reminds us not to stay over long. PAWS, the Performing Animal Welfare Sanctuary has a program where families can visit. This event was adults only. They are very protective of their charges and the employees know them by their names and can identify one from another. They have pictures of the animals with their names and can tell you stories of their muddled past. A great project that we in Calaveras County enjoy along with out of town visitors.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

MARK TWAIN REMEMBERED IN ANGELS CAMP

"All you need is ignorance and confidence and then success is sure," quipped Mark Twain, AKA Samuel Langhorne Clemons. In truth, success didn't come easily for Twain. He had ups and many downs; he suffered hunger, poverty, despondency and had at one time decided to take his own life over his failures. Lucky for us, news of his story's success, "Jim Smiley And His Jumping Frog,"  reached him in time and brought him back from his depression so he failed at suicide, as well.
 
He was in Calaveras County at the time, where the jumping frog story was generated by a conversation in an Angels Camp bar. Gold mining was one of his failures and he tried journalism as a more profitable job. But it was a hungry, cold time for him. He wrote in his diary: "January 23, 1865. Rainy, stormy. Beans and dishwater for breakfast...dishwater & beans for dinner, & both articles warmed over for supper. January 24th. Rained all day-meals as before. Jan 25th. Same as above."
 
 Before moving West, he loved being a Mississippi river pilot, it was lucrative too. He once bragged he made more money than the Vice President of the United States.  But Missouri was a Confederate State, and he and his brother headed west when war was imminent.
  Before he got his Mississippi River pilot's license, he found work at a Newspaper and worked in printing as an assistant. He'd occasionally insert humorous things in the paper anonymously when the editor was absent.  He inherited his red hair from his mother and probably her sense of humor as well. He was pulled at least nine times out of the river in a "substantially drowned condition" at which she scoffed, "People who are born to be hanged are safe in the water." She never expected the runt to live. He was always in trouble.

This bust of Twain is borrowed from the Bancroft Library along with many other artifacts in a very well done exhibit at the 3 acre Angels Camp Museum. While Mark Twain lived in Angels Camp, he met Bret Harte and other famous writers from San Francisco, where he eventually moved. He was a humorist to be sure, and he is famous for his wry quips, such as: "A classic is something that everyone wants to have read and nobody wants to read."   And "The very ink with which all history is written is merely fluid prejudice." But, of course, for this community, he is of paramount importance which is why they are celebrating his many accomplishments over this weekend. Its certainly worth the drive. Especially since the Museum Committee has published all five of his various Jumping Frog story variations in one volume for sale at this event.  
 This community had no paved roads in 1928. Someone suggested they have a frog jumping contest, as in the famous Mark Twain story, to raise enough money to pave Main St. Angels Camp.  And, so it was done and has evolved into the largest such frog jumping festival in the world. In fact, the Little Flower, New York's Mayor La Guardia came to see the frogs jump along with other famous people over the years. 
The contest held the 3rd weekend in May attracts an average of 10,000 people to come see "the jumps." Its old home week. kids who once jumped frogs, return in May with their children and grandchildren to try their hand at the $1,000 prize, but mostly for the camaraderie. 
 Gold may have been a big industry all those years ago, and established Angels Camp, but Mark Twain put Angels Camp on the map.

Friday, October 15, 2010

TWO EXTREMES OF TORTURE, NEW AND OLD

 We take our footwear for granted. We can slop around in flip-flops, or casual sandals. Or opt for some cliff hangar spikes for a sexy night out. Some shoes are designed for torture, maybe appealing to masochists. But, old time shoes could be just as uncomfortable.



 Buttons tightening on the ankle made it difficult to bend. Narrow toes, tight fitting, they warped feet and personalities.
None, of course, were as bad as the Chinese 'bound feet' shoes that crippled generations of women for life and banished them to their gardens.
Even so, to me, ordinary objects of fascination.
 For a bunch of funky shoe photos check out this link:http://picasaweb.google.com/1579penn/Shoes#

Thursday, October 14, 2010

CRAFTSMANSHIP

 Our good fortune to move about the country and graze through places you've never heard of  puts us in direct contact with some amazing craftsmanship. The ceiling decoration above is from Nottoway Plantation.

Exquisite beading turns these squaw belts into museum pieces. Western Heritage Museum, Colorado.

  A stained glass window from Thomas Edison's house.

 I noticed these bathroom sinks in a restaurant in Las Palomas, Mexico.


 A floor tile from a church in St. Martinsville, LA.
 A headstone from the West Point Cemetery, NY.

  A door pull from the Louisiana State Capitol Building.


  Home baked goods on sale from the Independence Hall Quilters Show, Arnold, CA.  A show that is coming up this month the weekend of the 22nd, 23rd, and 24th at Kautz Vineyard.
People do look at you a bit strangely when you take pictures of some obviously common objects like doorknobs and floor tiles. If someone notices I just mumble, "blogger"... and kind of quietly go about my business. The truth is, I don't do it for the blog, I do it because I see beauty in almost every raindrop and I hope that collecting pictures of them, besides giving me pleasure, honors craftsman who make beautiful the everyday object.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

ART AND MUSIC SOOTH THE SOUL

Rosie's Bar was a homey place, they say.  Gone now, but not forgotten.
We need art and music to sooth us. And, as the madness of the current election, the money raising frenzy, the lies, distortions and name calling, intrude,  I get my respite by cruising through my pictures and memories for awhile each day.
A beautiful Mardi Gras costume.There is a bit of trivia related to beauty. Caligynephobia is the fear of beautiful women.
The Blues Brothers and the famous Blue Dog from The Blue Dog Cafe.
I think his innocence is what appeals to us.

To have a gate like this is to state your individuality.
A block from a crazy quilt. Keeping warm while rescuing scraps of cloth to become a work of art. Now that is an accomplishment.
Glass so beautiful you feel like you could swim in it.

I like portraits because they make you curious about what is going on in that persons mind, setting, personal space. They evoke wonder. I sometimes wish  that I could paint, or play beautiful music. But, its enough to look and listen.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

AN UNUSUAL SPIDER APPEARED.

Yesterday, Karen discovered an unusual spider in the yard. She had seen it several times while I was gone and it made another appearance. I've lived here 33 years and have never seen a spider like this one. If anyone knows what kind of spider this is, please let me know. It has fake eyes on what looks like a shell back. Its legs are fuzzy and it is a dull orange in the fading light. Karen says in sunlight it is bright orange and yellow. I'm not an arachnophobe, but I certainly didn't want to tangle with this one. If its an invasive species, I want to kill it. Anyone???

Murphys has its grape stomp, other places celebrate Oktoberfest, or St. Patricks Day. Most small towns have a festival of some type. They are all fun, very individual, usually featuring food and drink of some kind. We've had the privilege of attending a number of them during our 16,000 mile trip. The gator race at New Iberia, LA, in March, was one of those festivals. Just the idea of a gator race kind of sets your mind to wondering? You can't help but smile when you see them.


People bring their dogs, kids, and, well, I don't know what this reptile is, but its cute.
This young man gave me his alligator beads.
Everybody of all ages danced to the great Cajun music.

Monday, October 11, 2010

FEBRUARY ALLIGATORS

Crusing through pictures I've taken, places we've been. I have fond memories of February 27th;  we went on an alligator tour at Houma, Louisiana. We saw more birds than alligators but the air was cool and fresh. We enjoyed the water, the birds and plants. And, the other people in the boat were pleasant companions for a day.
 Cypress knobs saved the tree from extinction.
The swamp in winter is gray and almost colorless. A bright blossom of red is all the more appreciated.
When everything is leafed out, reflections are impossible, according to our guide.
And, we did see alligators. This slick young one...
A crusty senior...
and a young baby hiding among the water weeds.
 I took 53 pictures that day, if you are interested: http://picasaweb.google.com/1579penn/22710AlligatorTourHouma#