I have ideas for blog subjects and then have to search an ever increasing photo archive for the appropriate photos. So here are the results of the search. But the blogs will have to follow.
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Fire down below
Watch where you walk in Kenya. We never had an encounter like this – sounds nasty.
After a few months after our arrival in Kenya in the 80’s[1] we eventually left the Muguga House hostel for Tigoni where we rented a large house belonging to the Harvey family. Tigoni is about 40km northwest of Nairobi, on the eastern side of the Rift Valley at over two thousand metres of altitude. Indigenous forest islands still remained then, among the large tea plantations. Several animal species still inhabited the area, the most notable being the conspicuous Black-and-white Colobus monkeys during the day and the bush babies at night, with their loud and somehow scary calls.
The land at the back of the house had no fence or wall (imagine that today!) and therefore we were able to walk towards the nearby stream located about two thousand metres down hill.
A Sunday that we were not camping in the bush, we invited our friend Ranjini for lunch and…
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National Record Day
Vinyl record that is. Last Saturday was National Record Day – I duly visited my local vinyl record store – Bop Street Records. I went early – on the way I saw that the record store across the street had an amazing queue stretching round the corner. Wow I thought better hurry. But when I got to Bop Street there was hardly anyone there. What was going on? I subsequently learned that the record store across the street sold NEW records and this was the day for some new releases. Bop Street sells USED records – and what a collection it has. HUGE. I was told that only the Library of Congress and the Smithsonian have larger collections.
I was so dazzled and swamped by the range of choices at Bop Street I had no idea what I wanted. But I wanted to honor the day and I finally settled on a record by Merle Haggard who I knew had died recently. And I also bought a CD of Richard and Mimi Farina. So some new choices to add to my eclectic collection. Pleasant listening.
A Visit to the Columbia
Thought I’d toss up a few photos of the Columbia Gorge for perusal and enjoyment. This past week, we drove down to Maryhill and explored that section of the Columbia – but it was Thursday last, when most of the following photos were taken, that thunderheads chased us east, providing some dramatic photo ops.
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The West. Powerlines and barbed wire.
During inclement weather, the play of shadows and highlights in the Gorge
Heading up Interstate 97, just above the river. Wind turbines and farms co-exist.
Flowers in the box canyons of Horse Thief Butte.
More from Horse Thief Butte, flowers and hieroglyphs
Shades of ‘Maverick’ on the Columbia – click to zoom in on this paddlewheeler.
Big sky above the river
The railroad bridge near Wishram threatened by looming dark clouds
The Four Mountain viewpoint, where Paul’s dad, the Very Reverend Theodore Dorpat would stop the car…
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