Monday Memories . . . not exactly Matt and Kitty

If you’re on Facebook, you’re familiar with . . . Throwback Thursday and Flashback Friday. Two days that some of us will post photos that are oldies but goodies of our former selves. Reliving the past can either bring a smile, a chuckle or “I can’t believe I did that” and . . . kept the photograph to prove it.

While looking through some old files I came across a shot that I always loved. We had only been married a few years, back in the 90s and took a road trip to the Calico Ghost Town. That would be the 1990s.

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A little bit about this silver mining town:

Calico Ghost Town
36600 Ghost Town Rd
Yermo, CA 92398

Calico is an old West mining town that has been around since  1881 during the largest silver strike in California.  With its 500 mines, Calico produced over $20 million in silver ore over a 12-year span.  When silver lost its value in the mid-1890’s, Calico lost its population.  The miner’s packed up, loaded their mules and moved away abandoning the town that once gave them a good living.  It became a “ghost town.”  

Walter Knott purchased Calico in the 1950’s architecturally restoring all but the five original buildings to look as they did in the 1880’s.Calico received State Historical Landmark 782 and in 2005 was proclaimed by then Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger to be California’s Silver Rush Ghost Town.

The day we visited was HOT and something I ate kept reminding me to never do that again. I really wanted to be a good sport and go on this silver mine adventure. There was a short entrance to the mine and a guide doing his best to educate and entertain us. He mentioned that once we entered the mine there was no turning back and you must exit at the other end. calico silverSuddenly the walls began to close in on me, I felt it hard to breathe. I began to perspire. Did I mention I am claustrophobic? Very claustrophobic. I told my husband I was going back, he reminded me of what the guide said. At this point, it was be disobedient or leave my lunch in the tunnel. I turned tail and ran out into the God-given sunlight.

Today I began thinking about giving Monday a special day for Memories. This shot is not exactly Matt and Kitty, but we did our best. For some reason, there were no shoes for the saloon girls in this little studio set-up. Matt &Kitty

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If you are a fan of Gunsmoke, enjoy a few clips from this famlous couple – Marshal Dillon and Miss Kitty.

The Food Bank delivers . . .

On the first Tuesday of each month the San Diego Food Bank makes a huge delivery of produce to those in need. The drop off is at the Bread of Life Rescue Mission in Oceanside, CA. I grabbed my camera and took a few shots, some didn’t seem to mind, one woman yelled at me, “Please,lady don’t take my picture.” It was already too late, so I honored her request by cropping her out. The video is now on Youtube at:

The director of the mission, Steve Bassett informed the crowd I might be taking pictures for him. I tried not to be obvious as I meandered around the crowd. Bread products come from various stores and bakeries and are also handed out that day.

A word about progress . . . NOT!

Robertson's Ranch copy 2Just 2.3 miles from home there is yet another development underway. A collection of six hundred homes, condos, apartments, a school, a fire station and some type of commercial projects, have yet to find out just what. Once graceful farmland, where we could buy fresh produce including heirloom tomatoes, is now being carved up.heirlooms The hills, which were once alive with crops and farm workers is now a barren landscape. On a trail hike a few days ago I captured all the massive equipment needed to destroy this area. It sat on a ridge some distance away, resting from the work of the week. The project will add to the already burdened roadways and to the tax coffers of our city.

When we returned to that trail today, looking for some more shots, the line of earth movers and the rest were gone. Did someone see my shot on Facebook and decide to hide the usual suspects? One lonely piece, far from where the others had been, remained further down the ridge line. It reminded me of a spacecraft sent to a distant galaxy to explore the peaks and valleys of another world’s landscape. It was silent on this Sunday, but something caught my eye. Was it sending a signal . . . or was that just the sun bouncing off the windshield of the cab? I call this shot – “The Digger”
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Golden Girl . . . and coming and going.

While out on a trail yesterday my husband asked me why I take the shots as people are walking away from me, or in the case of this next image, jogging away. You never know, a rear shot might be more interesting.
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The only time I take shots as they approach is shooting from the hip, using my camera’s high-resolution vari-angle LCD. Yes, it’s an old camera, but good enough for me.my Canon

Then there’s the opportunity of catching someone coming and going . . .
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There had been a group of people ‘counting birds’ who made the lagoon their home this time of year.
Some wore huge binoculars around their necks and one man had the big gun . . . photo shoot, not lunch.
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A wood pile, free for the taking away, caught my eye. Such brilliant color – for now.IMG_1548
And a little more color on the trail. couple

Then there was a man walking his cell phone – dog was extra.Walking dog

She’s bedraggled . . . but happy

She’s nearly four years old and lives in a condo below us. In the blink of an eye she can transform into a bedraggled Cinderella with sauce on her face.
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She rarely sits still and likes to make-up stories about snails and such.

The sun was casting long shadows in the parking lot and getting anything decent seemed impossible. I spent just a few moments as she doesn’t seem to like the camera. Some backgrounds and here is she is.

“The Cousins” A masterpiece from a cell pic

While my daughter is back East, she is enjoying her cousins and the matriarch on the Sicilian side of the family. She snapped a cell pic that really spoke to me. Old World Family making the traditional Cappelletti for the upcoming holidays. Her aunt in the shot is now 96 and happy to have the women at her home for this annual event.
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Polar Vortex . . . really?

Dateline: November 6, 2014  Batiquitos Lagoon, Carlsbad CA

Time: 12PM.

Temperature: 88 degrees and sunny.

My daughter is visiting in New Jersey where it is cold and rainy. I took a few shots to encourage her  to hurry home.

The Polar Vortex is about to launch itself, are you ready?
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I need more Pixels . . . Please

Back in the cyberworld of pixels, my daily dose of ‘friends’ pics on Facebook finds me whispering, more pixels, please. Cell phone cameras are handy, however I know how impossible it is to see anything on a cellphone during daylight. Some of the shots are clearly not cell camera created and just wanted to tweak here and there.

Am I a pest on Pixer?

If you are on Facebook and get the “Pixer” reminders that friends have photos to share with you, then you understand what I am doing. No one has been offended, sued me or blocked me, yet. Always have positive comments and it gives me the opportunity to make someone smile and to use some Macphun retouching software. I am addicted.

I just purchased Tonality and here is one example of a homeless man, which I posted before but Tonality takes your color pics and gives you so many options to go with B&W.

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This preset with adjustments is called, Coffee Stain
A few more using Intensify . . .

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So, if you are one of my 2,386 Facebook friends, you just may be in for a do-over.

Throwback Thursday . . .

Early 80s and living in Stockton, CA I met a woman who worked in the same building as I did. She worked for the Chamber of Commerce and I for a finance manager, who turned out to be a fraud. We hit it off and spent time together, including an afternoon with a Russian Sea Captain aboard his cargo ship docked at the Port of Stockton. I remember there were other crew members around the table and a lot of vodka. My friend was a traveler and was quite taken with the Captain. But I digress.

My partner in crime always sent me postcards from exotic places. I came across the only one I kept and thought I would  attempt to revive it. Discolored, tape marks and a very small print, it was a challenge.

Strange how things work out. Several years ago my longtime friend purchased a second home, just six miles from me. We had continued our friendship by mail, but now get to spend time when together againevenyl camel. I Won’t see her for a few weeks, but I know she will be surprised. I printed out a copy and will give it to her in person rather than emailing it, call me old fashioned but I believe it will be more meaningful, just as is a handwritten letter.
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