Wednesday 6 November 2024

Last Night's Winners & Losers


Here is a partial list, just off of the top of my head:


WINNERS-

    Trump & Family enterprises, Billionaires, The Heritage Foundation, Putin, Bigots, Christian Nationalists, Gun Nuts, Big Oil, authoritarian governments, sycophant Republicans, conspiracy theorist, White Supremacists, and global warming.


LOSERS-

    Planet Earth (and all of the life on it), science, women, liberal democracies (including the US), Ukraine, racial minorities, US National Parks and Refuges, US Justice System, US Constitution, Health Professionals, honesty, and compassion.

    

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

    He left the US and immigrated to Canada in 1973.  One of the main reasons for doing so was the results of the 1972 election, where the American public overwhelmingly voted to give Tricky Dick Nixon a second term, over  George McGovern, who was running as a peace candidate.   The author no longer trusted the American public to make the right political choices for him.  He is very happy to be a Canadian citizen.


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Tuesday 5 November 2024

Costa Rica 1992: The Pre-Columbian Gold Museum


  We had to get a 5:00 AM start the next morning to catch the 5:49 AM bus back to San Jose.  We lugged our baggage down to the bus stop shelter across from the little row of restaurants.  As we waited we talked to an Asian guy who had been to Costa Rica several times.  He gave us a list of budget hotels near the Arenal Volcano and the Monteverde Cloud Forest, both places we had planned to visit.  

Our trip back to San Jose seemed a lot quicker than coming, even though the time it took was the same.  This time there were no clouds obscuring the high country we traveled through, allowing us to see some of the coffee plantations.

San Jose was still as noisy, smelly of diesel, and chaotic as we had left it.  We carried the burden of our bags back to the Pension Costa Rica Inn and got a room before heading back out for breakfast.  My wife can’t think before breakfast, but she soon was refueled after a Big Mac.  I had Chicken Fajitas, and managed to squirt the hot sauce all over the shirt I had just gotten cleaned yesterday. 

After breakfast we headed down to the Gold Museum.  We were quite surprised at all the security measures we had to go through as we entered.  We walked through a powerful metal detector which went off when it detected my Swiss Army Knife, that I then had to check in.  No purses or cameras were allowed into the museum.

The first area we entered featured an art collection, which didn’t impressed me too much, although I did like some of the more contemporary paintings.  From there we entered the money collections, which certainly didn’t seem to justify all of the security we had to go through.

We then went into 3 Level of the Underground Bunker, and WOW!  It was really impressive.  I didn’t know so much Pre-Contact gold artifacts existed.  There were 1,600 gold objects.  We certainly didn’t see that much in Mexico.  There were gold collars, bracelets, ear tubes, beads, and frogs and birds with characteristic flattened feet and tails.  It was an extraordinarily dazzling display of gold.




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Monday 4 November 2024

Costa Rica 1992, Some Junge Fauna


  Because it was so dark under the thick jungle canopy, I soon began opting for my binoculars, and just enjoying the things we saw in real time, rather than trying to take a photo using a telephoto lens, that I knew would turn out too dark.  The big thrill of the day was spotting a three-toed sloth hanging up in a tree.  They are such strange primate-looking creatures.  Sloths have very long claws and move so incredibly slow in every action they perform, making them seem very unworldly.

We saw a lot of tropical birds, including a flock of toucans.  There was a beautiful teal-colored hummingbird darting around, and a Woody Woodpecker-looking woodpecker with a red pointy head.  Along the edges of the trail we came upon a group of chicken-like or grouse-type birds, scratching around in the forest litter.

Insects were also on display.  We noticed a giant grasshopper (4-5” long).  When it took off to fly, it showed off red wings.  Orange, black and red, and yellow butterflies, fluttered through thick vegetation.

Hiking the trail was very taxing, because of the heat and humidity.  We finally turned around because my wife was feeling so dehydrated, so we again went to the beach to cool off.  There we met a couple from Ottawa, who told us that Mexico was three times more expensive than their guide book had said.  In comparison, they thought Costa Rica was cheap.  Our laundry cost us $6 US, and our cabin was $15 a night.  That night I had a delicious plate of rice and shrimp for supper.

    Below are some more photos of some other jungle critters I took that day.  I think that snake was above me.   I was happy to see that line of jungle ants all carrying bits of leaves, which I had always associated with jungles.






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Sunday 3 November 2024

Costa Rica 1992; A Botanical Paradise


      We started our second day at Manuel Antonio Park with a tasty breakfast of rice and beans, before we began trekking through the jungle.  It was a hike unlike I anything I had ever experienced.  It was akin to being in a botanical garden and a zoo, both at the same time.  The the trees totally filled the canopy, making the trail through the jungle was very dark.  It was a bit frustrating trying to take a photo because the light level was so low.  

    I took the photo below of the scariest looking tree I had ever seen.  Its whole trunk was surrounded by very long, serious-looking thorns.  I guess the tree didn’t want anything to climb it, and a suspect nothing did.  As I said, it was very dark in the thick jungle and getting a good photo was difficult.  

    The photo at the very bottom of the page shows an intrepid explorer,  pondering the jungle, before entering a trail.

    



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Saturday 2 November 2024

The Last Two Leaves


     I took this photo yesterday (today it is snowing).  The leaves on all the trees have fallen, except for these two, atop a young maple that we planted.  We got the infant domesticated maple from Fern,  a friend who is now deceased.  It was a sprout that came up in their yard.  

    The tree did well for the first couple of years, but got clobbered last year during a sudden cold spell during our otherwise mild winter.  This summer, it pretty much had to start all over from the stub that was sticking out of the ground that was still alive.  I was amazed at how quickly it shot up to well over my head.  

    As fall came, I was surprised, thinking the maple’s leaves would turn reddish or orangish, but they were yellow like all of the other trees.  Then starting at the bottom, its leaves slowly dropped, until, as you can see, only the two at the very top remain.

    Hopefully, with its vigorous growth this summer, it will have become hardier and will make it through the winter.


    Here is a painting I did years ago of some fallen maple leaves:




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Friday 1 November 2024

The Four Winds by Kristin Hannah


      As you might expect from a novel about the Great Depression, this was a grim, and unrelenting story of struggle, but a well, worthwhile read.  The plot follows the life of Elsa, who grew up in a small town in Texas.  Her family was well off, as her father owned a farm machinery store and in 1921, when Elsa turned 21, agriculture was booming.  

          She had an extremely unhappy childhood.  Unlike her two sisters, she was plain looking, and unloved by her parents.  At the age of 14, after nearly dying of rheumatic fever, her parents, thinking she had a weak heart, kept her pretty much confined to the house.  During those years, Elsa spent a lonely time, reading novels and dreaming of a normal life of freedom and love.  

    By her twenty-first birthday, she realized that if she didn’t make a stand, she would be doomed to a life as an old maid.  She secretly sewed herself a slinky dress of red silk  and one night she cut off her long blonde hair, to make a more fashionable bob, and then snuck out of the house, headed for the local speakeasy and freedom.  

            Fearing the wrath of her businessman father, the speakeasy refused to let her in.  Left on the street, she met Rafe, an Italian boy her age, who lived in a nearby hamlet.  They made love in the bed of his pickup truck, and planned to meet again.  After their second encounter, Elsa discovered she was pregnant.

    When her condition became evident, all hell broke loose in her family.  Her parents disowned her, drove her out to Rafe’s parent’s farm, and left her.  Rafe’s parents were of course also very upset, but being strong Catholics, they forced Rafe to marry her,  and Elsa became a member of their family.  

             Farm work was completely new to Elsa, but she was determined to fit in, she worked hard, didn’t complain, and soon became fully accepted into the family.  Living on the farm was the first time Elsa felt like she was loved.  She had a daughter, who they named Loreda, and later a son named Anthony, who was nicknamed Ant.

    Rafe, who had always hated farming, dreamed to living out in the world, and their daughter Loreda, seemed to inherent the same wanderlust.  When the extreme droughts and dust storms began and remained, making the farm unproductive, both Rate and young Loreda talked of the faraway places they would escape to, but after a time, Rafe couldn’t stand it any more, and in the dead of night, abandoned the farm, his parents, and his family, never to be seen again.   

           Both Elsa and Loreda were devastated, and inconsolable Loreda, blamed her mother for causing her father to leave, because her mother had always refused to leave the farm and Rafe’s parents, every time Rafe begged her to leave and to go to California. 

    The drought and dust storms increased and were unrelenting.  Crop failure, after crop failure, continued.  Without money, the farm family had long given up using their truck, but soon even their horse and milk cow died.  When Ant almost died from dust inhalation, Elsa and her in-laws realized, that Elsa and the kids had to leave for the sake of Ant’s health.         

            The in-laws gave her the farm truck, and the money they had recently gotten from Government Relief, and Elsa and her children joined the migration of destitute people to California.  When they finally arrived, they quickly realized they were caught in a trap, almost as bad as the drought.

    Any jobs in California, had long been taken.  As more refugees came pouring in, they were treated horribly, exploited by the rich landowners, who squeezed them unrelentingly, with low wages, and horrific living and working conditions.  In the towns, the refugees where discriminated against, demeaned, and even refused emergency medical care at the hospitals.  They were cheated, and abused.  

           Maturing Loreda, soon became a communist, because they were the only organization fighting to help the starving workers.  The dire conditions they were forced to live under, became so bad that even Elsa began to openly revolt.

    As I read, I found many things in the novel, that are still relevant today.  The inhospitable and extreme weather, the migration of poor people seeking a better life, and the hatred aimed at them.

    I hadn’t known that before the Depression, Mexicans came to California in the spring to work through the summer and fall on the farms.  Political racism made the California state government deport them all, leaving the farms without needed workers.  To solve their employment problem, when the Depression hit, Big Agriculture printed and sent out thousands of pamphlets to states facing drought; telling workers to come to California, because there were lots of jobs.  

             They came, and came, and came by the thousands; so many came, that farm owners were able to lower wages to starvation levels, severely exploiting the workers with unliveable low pay and terrible working conditions.  In California, the “Okies” as they were called, became the new Mexicans, and like the Mexican’s before them, they were discriminated against, and hated.

    The Four Winds, was a tough book to read, because it was so well written.  As I read it, I too felt the hopelessness of the unrelenting conditions of the drought and Depression, but it was a good read.  I learned some new things about the period, and was happy that it was the  book I had picked up to read.


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Thursday 31 October 2024

Mosses and Lichen


     We live in a section of the Robson Valley that is classified as an Temperate Interior Rainforest.  Over the last two years, suffered under an extreme drought, it certainly didn’t seem like it.  However, beginning this fall, with the advent of a lot of rain, things are starting to feel more normal.  

    Temperate rain forest support a lot of mosses and lichen, and now that the leaves are off of the trees, they are becoming more evident.  Here are a couple of photos I took two days ago.



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