View south from Sandia Crest at 10,678 feet —- in the foreground that’s the overlay of 300 million year old limestone —- and in the very bottom right corner you can see La Luz Trail, with Albuquerque in the Rio Grande Valley —- May 28, 2021 at Noon —- photo by MW
I’ve ponder’d this thing of consciousness before —- It’s origin like from an asteroid, very mysterious —- More likely, Consciousness arrived much as the Buddha pointed Out : This from that All things dependent and arise out of the Big That
The sound of Charlie Parker exists because of the whoosh of bat wings at night
The neuronal pathways that became consciousness Evolved out of necessity to attract energy, sustenance, It Is focused attention, the six senses evolved to gather information for this neuronal beast
And it all just chugs along down the line This begats that and I take pictures Just to be sure I actually saw That
300-year-old Spanish acequia in the village of Corrales with the North Sandias —- May 25
Believe it or not but that’s what the top of Sandia Peak looks like, looking west with Albuquerque below —- May 30, 2021 —- Those are Limber Pine
Doug Lawrence’s tenor saxophone mouthpieces —- June 3, 2021
Traveling west on Central Avenue —- Shooting from the driver’s seat — June 5, 2021 mid-afternoon in Albuquerque
Central Avenue sky June 2, 2021 Albuquerque
Embudito Canyon mid-morning May 7, 2021 Sandia Mts
Yes, it does rain in Albuquerque, and hail hard enough to break windows —- That’s our patio here at 725 —- May 31, 2021
You don’t usually get to be this close to Doug-Fir pine cones as they only grow on the top of these tall and long-lived trees, but up on the Crest this tree is over the ledge and careful not to step too close I put the close-up lens on the camera and snapped a few —- May 30, 2021
Always interesting to see where someone grew up —- This is 87 Harrington Street where Jerry Garcia lived with his grandparents throughout his grammar school days in San Francisco up through 6th grade (1947-1953) a fairly formative period, he said that he was mostly “unsupervised, and that pretty much ruined me for everything, or, made me what I am today” —- This is the Excelsior District on the edge of the Mission, back then it was working class Irish and Italian Catholics —- The yellow building is 87 Harrington at the corner of Alemany (where I’m standing with camera) and that’s my friend George who I’ve known since the first Grateful Dead album, who has lived in SF since about 1985 —- We grew up 500 miles south in Upland California —- Hard to believe that it was 49 years ago, as it happens, George was with me for my first trip to mythical San Francisco in 1972 driving up in my turquoise tye-dyed-curtained 1963 VW van (we didn’t call them “microbus” in SoCal) —- This photo the morning of June 14 —- I flew back to New Mexico that night after a week there in the magical Bay Area
Flying out of SFO nonstop to Albuquerque evening of June 14 —- There’s the Pacific and a bit of cloud-shrouded Golden Gate Bridge and in the foreground is the Bay Bridge —- San Francisco has always been something of a spiritual homebase for me, in that so many of my ideals were projected onto the city in my youth glued to the radio (I did manage to live there off & on 1975-1980 —- the summers in SoCal were dangerously smog coughing ruin yr health back in those years we always vacated for the Magic City)
Holy Bejesus! I was looking through George’s records and this picture made me do a backflip —- There it is! proof-positive that Bird carried his string arrangements in that metal case that is now in the collection of IJS Institute of Jazz Studies, Rutgers University, Newark New Jersey and when Dan Morgenstern showed me the (empty) case half dozen years ago he said, “This was reputed to be the case that Bird carried his string arrangements,” and then he gave me that Dan Look and said, “Mark, one usually genuflects at this time” —- photo June 2021 San Francisco
Redwoods! One of the main reasons I flew out to San Francisco —- George used to work for the Park Service, altho, quite naturally he’s an outdoorsman, we’ve hiked together for years, and I asked that he take me to the Redwoods —- This is Steep Ravine Trail mostly through tall coastal Doug-fir that follows Webb Creek en route to Stinson Beach in Marin County —- June 11 at 3 in the afternoon, we had hiked Bolinas Ridge Trail through fog and sun all morning till we came to these majestic trees (curiously, I didn’t take that many photos of them, probably because HOW do you photo something so BIG? it just doesn’t translate to a 2-dimensional little spit) —- Incredible trails, breath-taking
The legendary Saloon in North Beach is their usual gig but since Pandemic Quarantine they’ve been, like the rest of us, in isolation —- BUT, as things are starting to look a little safer, (I found SF to be almost militantly mask-mandated w/ 70% of the city vaccinated —- I got jumped a couple times for forgetting to mask up —- Good for them! I always say: Do we want this pandemic to last ten years? Follow protocols!) This band is known as BLUES POWER under the direction of guitarist Ron Butkovich (red scarf) and they were killin’ it, just plain murder in broad daylight, whew —- Adam Gabriel (black hat, guitar & vocals), Doug Rowen (saxophones), Rick Sankey (drums), Steve Hazelwood (Fender P-bass), and setting in for a couple numbers (dreadlocks and green velvet shoes) McKinley Kenny Moore bringing tears to my cheeks with “I Only Have Eyes For You” and “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay” —- June 13
An invasive species, found all over the West these days, not native to the Americas, still I want to kiss one of these Thistle each time I happen across one as my herbalist Robin claims it is what saved me from Hep C that I carried around for ten years (went away in 1995 —- picked it up during my druggie days) —- photo May 7, 2021 in the foothills of the Sandia Mountains
tip of Beargrass up Embudito Canyon —- May 7
Janet in our driveway next to my Old Faithful Truck on her way out to canvass for State Rep (she won!) Melanie Stansbury —- May 8
Kinda blends in, doesn’t he? I’ve never been comfortable calling these a “fence lizard,” it just sounds dumb, so I resort to Sceloporus, besides there isn’t a fence within 5 miles of this guy —- Sandia Mountains May 9
Hornytoad at 8,000 feet —- For some reason you never see this Shorthorn variety until you get to the Ponderosa zone —- May 11 up Pino Trail of Sandias
Session at Pipedreams Studio, Albuquerque, with Terry Burns (bass), Doug Lawrence (tenor), Bobby Shew (trumpet) —- May17
Long-abandon’d chicken coop —- Carlito Springs, South Sandia Mountains —- May 21
Wild Rose in Upper Juan Tabo Arroyo —- eastern spur off Piedra Lisa Trail in the North Sandias, this is bear country —- May 22
The Long Shot Trio: This band formed almost 2 years ago but with the Pandemic Safety Lockdown this is their first public performance —- SO, they are VERY rehearsed! They play in Cal’s studio every week —- And this is the first venture out of the pandemic for the Outpost Performance Space —- They got two standing ovations! —- July 15 —- Terry Burns (bass), Cal Haines (drums), Alex Murzyn (saxophones)
Tootie Heath in session at Pipedream Studios —- May 24
He fought. A lot. But in the end, he lost. Heavy treatments. More than 3 and a half years of illness... Klaus' life ended this Friday, May 26, in our house. He was 69 years, 3 months and 24 days old. Since then, our cats have been looking for him everywhere. His absence is devastating.
On an afternoon in June or July, at a date and location yet to be determined, all those who wish to greet Klaus will be invited to gather in his memory, or have a thought for him from the other side of the world.
Christine Janvier, Klaus’ partner Saint-Nazaire, Loire-Atlantique, France
Il a lutté. Beaucoup. Il s'est battu. Mais finalement il a perdu. Des traitements lourds. Plus de 3 ans et demi de maladie... La vie de Klaus a pris fin ce vendredi 26 mai, dans notre maison. Il avait 69 ans, 3 mois et 24 jours. Depuis, nos chats le cherchent partout. Son absence est dévastatrice.
Un après-midi de juin ou juillet, à une date et en un lieu encore inconnus, tous ceux qui souhaitent le saluer pourront se réunir en sa mémoire, ou avoir une pensée pour lui de l'autre bout du monde.
Christine Janvier, sa compagne Saint Nazaire, Loire Atlantique, France
Er hat gekämpft. Sehr. Leider hat Er letzt endlich verloren. Schwere Therapien. Mehr als 3,5 Jahre Krankheit... Das Leben von Klaus ging am 26. Mai zu Ende in unserem Zuhause. Er wurde 69 Jahre, 3 Monate und 24 Tage alt. Unsere Katzen suchen ihn überall. Seine Abwesenheit ist verheerend.
Einen Nachmittag im Juni oder Juli an einem noch unbekannten Datum und Ort können alle, die es wünschen haben zusammenkommen an ihn zu erinnern oder aus aller Welt einen Gedanken an Ihn zu senden.
Christine Janvier, Seine Lebensgefaehrtin Saint Nazaire, Loire Atlantique, Frankreich
What is the name of the invasive flower mentioned above?
Something about San Francisco:
the Beatnik 50s bohemia flourished there in a unique way
Allen Ginsberg wrote “Howl” there
Lenny Bruce held forth in the North Beach clubs
Lawrence Ferlinghetti wrote PICTURES OF THE GONE WORLD there
and THE CONEY ISLAND OF THE MIND two books that jumped out
right at you “the charley chimney tops” and all that
and he open’d City Lights Bookstore
Kerouac wrote his long poem “October in the Railroad Earth” there
and DHARMA BUMS is set there
Richard Brautigan, Gary Snyder, Philip Whalen, Lew Welch, Michael McClure
and didn’t Diane di Prima write her masterpiece “Loba” there?
and all the jazz that came out of there: Brubeck, Cal Tjader, Paul Desmond,
The Black Hawk, Bop City, all of it attracted me
the whole Sixties Haight scene, huge ——————-
Thanks, Bill, for Comment ———— we fixed it ———– the pill I take is Milk Thistle
my saving grace