Thanks to Tammy and Bob, we got my last load from Elephant Butte unloaded, set up, and pictures and bells hung. And my yard art placed temporarily. I need to work on that flower bed after the wind quits blowing.
These were my purchases from the Mes Swap Meet. I want to go back again and see more; maybe take two whole days, and do it right.
Saturday evening we went to my favorite Mexican restaurant in Green Valley and had a fabulous meal. The next morning we attended a standing room only Mass at San Xavier del Bac. I never tire of taking pictures of the mission, and with my iphone. What's this world coming to?
No pictures of my major players; perhaps next time.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
More Adventures
Wow! My girlfriend Norma is here, but not without complications. It seems that she did something to her back on the way down, but feels she can work through it. So we relax and catch up and I make arrangements for the boyz to go to the kennel for the first time. The next day we head for the giant swap meet in Mesa, which was the one thing Norma really wanted to do on her visit. Great success as far as purchases are concerned, but Norma is failing due to the pain in her back, more upper shoulder. We check into a motel by the grace of God, because there is a Renaissance Festival going on right down the road. I dose her up with Aleve and Bengay, and then I explore and bring back food for the evening meal. Marge and Ramsey are to meet us the next morning at Village Inn. Those Canadians really know how to giggle! looking forward to next year now that I know where they live. Ramsey and I are former Rotarians.
On the trip back to Tucson, I told Norma about what we could see without too much trouble. I took her to A Mountain and she had so much fun taking pictures that she forgot her pain for a while. Here are Norma and I posing and a backdrop off the mountain.
After Norma left for Wellton to take care of her back problems, I left for Elephant Butte to sell antiques. While I'm in Walmart in T or C, My cousin Carol calls with the announcement that they are in Amarillo headed my way. What fun! When they arrive, Larry is too tired to go to the bar, so Carol and I have a girls night out with the promise of either breakfast or lunch the next day. Knowing Carol, it's lunch at Sierra del Rio golf course. Next stop was to see the Butte. Ran into a fellow rv'er who took this picture for us. Then we met later that evening at the bar. This time Larry participating. Why didn't I know this was going to be trouble. He should write novels with the stories he dreamed up about that night. His basketball team won :(
Meanwhile back at the ranch, I'm selling things. This was the family kitchen table from 1965, and if it could talk the stories it could tell. Betty Welty of the ranching family bought it. Friday Tammy came to help me load what I wanted to take back to Tucson. Cindi showed up to rachet it down, then we went to the Inn to meet Deb. Another girls night out. Is there a pattern here?
More to come; I'm just trying to catch up.
On the trip back to Tucson, I told Norma about what we could see without too much trouble. I took her to A Mountain and she had so much fun taking pictures that she forgot her pain for a while. Here are Norma and I posing and a backdrop off the mountain.
After Norma left for Wellton to take care of her back problems, I left for Elephant Butte to sell antiques. While I'm in Walmart in T or C, My cousin Carol calls with the announcement that they are in Amarillo headed my way. What fun! When they arrive, Larry is too tired to go to the bar, so Carol and I have a girls night out with the promise of either breakfast or lunch the next day. Knowing Carol, it's lunch at Sierra del Rio golf course. Next stop was to see the Butte. Ran into a fellow rv'er who took this picture for us. Then we met later that evening at the bar. This time Larry participating. Why didn't I know this was going to be trouble. He should write novels with the stories he dreamed up about that night. His basketball team won :(
Meanwhile back at the ranch, I'm selling things. This was the family kitchen table from 1965, and if it could talk the stories it could tell. Betty Welty of the ranching family bought it. Friday Tammy came to help me load what I wanted to take back to Tucson. Cindi showed up to rachet it down, then we went to the Inn to meet Deb. Another girls night out. Is there a pattern here?
More to come; I'm just trying to catch up.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Ironwood Forest National Monument
On Wednesday, I finally found it. Like a lot of people comment: there are more saguaro, grease wood, and any other type of cacti than ironwood trees. So the idea of a forest is rather strange. It's remote and lonely, even though it's not that far from civilization. I was so close an my first trip out, that on the way back, I backtracked to where I had previously been lost. I want a companion the next time and lunch in my backpack.
The two pictures above are the same except that I was playing with Elements.
In the picture above, the dark spot between the two biggest saguaro is an ironwood. Below, you can see how lonely the area is. I wanted to go off on a side road, and the Tracker was begging me, "Mom, let's go four-wheeling!" Incidentally, on the left side of the picture, the dead tree is an ironwood!
This morning's sunrise. As I post this, the wind is howling outside and the temp has dropped 20 from this morning's balmy 63.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Sort of Lost
My adventure of choice last Friday was to find the Ironwood Forest. Naturally, I thought I knew where it was and where I was going. Not true. Decided to tackle that another day, and ended up here at the El Camino del Cerro Trailhead. It's the end of El Camono del Cerro Rd as far west as you can go. Met some nice people on their way up, and another couple who had just come down. I didn't go up, because the boys were with me. Another day.
These shots out my side mirror always intrigue me. This really wasn't the best time of day to be taking pictures, but I did it anyway hoping to photo shop them to something decent.
This is at the Red Hills Visitors Center in Saguaro National Park where I thought I was supposed to meet a birding group Saturday morning. I was supposed to be at Tucson Mountain Park. Oh well, I stayed and took advantage of the morning. This forest of saguaros look like they are in an aerobics class with their arms in the air.
This a view of the visitors center from a trail in the arroyo. The remains of the ironwood tree below reminded me of two animals fighting.
Above is the carcass of a saguaro with fungus growing on the outside. I'm not sure it's really fungus, but it made an interesting picture. It's in the parking lot as you go into the Arizona Sonora Desert Museum.
This is the Ironwood Picnic area, and I guess it gets its name from the huge ironwood tree at the very end of the road. The people are some birders that I joined up with to see a few birds and take some pictures. Really nice people; all snow birds except for the leader who is a local.
According to our guide, this lady is a pyrrhuloxia or desert cardinal. Naturally, her male counterpart is much more colorful.
Just fooling with the camera and the ironwood. I actually have one of these in my yard. I look at the mesquite as the New Mexico species. Below is what I call "capturing texture" in photography.
I have big plans for this coming week, as long as I don't get lost.
These shots out my side mirror always intrigue me. This really wasn't the best time of day to be taking pictures, but I did it anyway hoping to photo shop them to something decent.
This is at the Red Hills Visitors Center in Saguaro National Park where I thought I was supposed to meet a birding group Saturday morning. I was supposed to be at Tucson Mountain Park. Oh well, I stayed and took advantage of the morning. This forest of saguaros look like they are in an aerobics class with their arms in the air.
This a view of the visitors center from a trail in the arroyo. The remains of the ironwood tree below reminded me of two animals fighting.
Above is the carcass of a saguaro with fungus growing on the outside. I'm not sure it's really fungus, but it made an interesting picture. It's in the parking lot as you go into the Arizona Sonora Desert Museum.
This is the Ironwood Picnic area, and I guess it gets its name from the huge ironwood tree at the very end of the road. The people are some birders that I joined up with to see a few birds and take some pictures. Really nice people; all snow birds except for the leader who is a local.
According to our guide, this lady is a pyrrhuloxia or desert cardinal. Naturally, her male counterpart is much more colorful.
Just fooling with the camera and the ironwood. I actually have one of these in my yard. I look at the mesquite as the New Mexico species. Below is what I call "capturing texture" in photography.
I have big plans for this coming week, as long as I don't get lost.
Monday, February 25, 2013
Birds of all Types
On my walk the other morning, the birds were trying to tell me that Spring is on the way, so I captured them talking about it. I also played with Elements to make them look extra special.
And now for the other kind of birds. On Saturday I visited the Pima Air and Space Museum. It was a busy place and a lot more to see than I expected. There was a forum of Viet Nam vets who were set up on a stage talking about their experiences and answering questions. All of the docents were excellent. I am assuming they were all veterans and had first hand knowledge. They had very interesting information; they knew how to deliver it in an interesting fashion, and inter-acted well with the visitors. I was really impressed.
This plane was used in a movie with John Wayne and Janet Leigh.
This is a spy plane that flew three times faster than the speed of sound. I did this in a panorama so I could get the whole thing in one picture. It ended up looking rather futuristic even though it's roughly 50 years old.
This sea plane came to the museum without any paint on it. Some vets who had flown it during their time of service to our country commented on the fact that it should be a dark blue. The museum people said they didn't have the $5,000 it would take to paint it. That group of vets raised the money and gave it to the museum. All the planes are clean and shiny. That must take some doing.
"Big Sal" is an interesting story. John Westfall from Green Valley, a small community about 15 miles south of Tucson, was on the tram tour one day, and the guide stopped in front of this plane and started talking about it. John spoke up and said that was his plane. His name is stenciled in white right below the window. So the guide asked him about the name "Big Sal". John said that he had only loved two women in his life; one was Big Sal and Little Sal is my wife sitting right here beside me. He didn't realize the plane was at the museum, so that was quite a surprise for him. The windows on all the aircraft are covered with that dull material to protect the interior from the desert sun.
Our guide on this tram tour was incredible. Above is one of the planes he flew. He served in the Navy as a pilot for 4 years, was in the Reserves, and a United pilot for 37 years. I guess you might say he knows airplanes. He talked non-stop for over an hour giving us more information than I could really digest.
My children's grandmother used to fly on a TWA plane very similar to this one when she came to spend the winter every year. At the time, the airport in Albuquerque resembled a stage coach stop complete with hitching rails that you stood behind to watch the passengers deplane and walk down the steps. On leaving, the plane would turn, and the jet engines would blow dirt and whatever on you as you stood waving madly at your departing relative.
I always take pictures of Blue Angels. My father-in-law was retired Navy, and my late husband's family still lives in Pensacola. I actually have video I took one summer of the Blue Angels practicing over us while we were at the beach.
That's a warhead of some type, but like the shot of the snow on the mountain, where all snow should stay.
This plane is experimental, and I think I took the picture, because it is so ugly. I wonder if the prop configuration is the experimental part.
I like the reflection of the background that I picked up in the nose of the plane. Like a said, most everything is neat, clean, and shiny.
I'm a sucker for colorful. I loved the orange on the Coast Guard helicopter.
This is a Skorsky helicopter like they use in SEAL missions. I believe it's the museum's newest acquisition. I'm going to be back to visit again and take the bus ride over to the Boneyard at Davis-Monthan. It's only open on weekdays.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Exploring
I can't seem to stay home. Well, for what, fool?
Here I am at Feliz Paseos Park on the west side of town, not too far from the Saguaro National Park, but that's a birding trip on March 2. Meanwhile back at Feliz... I'm looking directly east, but John Wayne is standing in my way. The park has paved paths for the handicapped, and more adventuresome treks on gravel for those so inclined. All the flora are well-marked. Tucson has its hands full, because this is a city park and well-maintained.
This is the picnic shelter complete with tables, grilles, and bathrooms. Beautifully tiled picture!
Back on Sentinel Peak, "A" Mountain to those of us who attended the University of Arizona, home of the Wildcats, it's scarey up here. The red portion of stones, which are now cemented and painted, is the bottom right of the "A". Back in the day, those were just a bunch of rocks that made an "A". The seniors I guess were in charge of going up at the end of the year and re-painting them white. So on to the cool stuff. Oh, I forgot to mention, this is another city park. While I was taking pics, I noticed two couple sitting at a folding table with a red tablecloth. Oh, duh, girl! It's Valentine's Day. I got close enough to strike up a conversation, because I noticed they had wine glasses (my kind of people). The husbands had done breakfast for them, complete with mimosas; then had them go "shopping"; met them for lunch; now on top of the mountain; and then dinner and the Wildcats game. One of the ladies sheepishly remarked, "And it all involved alcohol." Nice people enjoying Valentine's Day!
This is Tucson's equivalent of the Big I, where I-10 and I-19 meet. I-19 only goes 60 miles down to Nogales, Arizona/ Mexico, but it is an extremely well-traveled highway, and my route home. Below is a view from "A" Mountain looking toward northeast Tucson.
My new-found treasure bought from a vendor out on Silverbell Road. It matches the pots I already have, and it made me happy.
This is just me playing around with a cactus photo. I did get Elements 11 this week, and am naturally having fun tweaking my efforts.
Sunset from the street in front of my house.
The black portion of this cactus is what happens when it's only 15 degrees on the desert. Silver Springs, Florida, looked worse four years ago. What is it with me? Do I attract the cold weather to these normally warm climes?
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