There were even icicles hanging from the roof of the tunnel! When I crossed the pass on the return trip 48 hours later, the roads were clear and much of the snow had melted. It was certainly a pretty backdrop for the drive.
05 March 2007
Where is Spring?
This was the view ahead of me as I journeyed to Klamath Falls this past weekend to conduct training. Fortunately, I had a 4-wheel vehicle for the trip. The summit of Willamette Pass in the Cascade Mountains rises to about 5200 feet. Not much in comparison to the Wasatch Mountains of Utah, but definitely a change in altitude from the valley around Salem.
There were even icicles hanging from the roof of the tunnel! When I crossed the pass on the return trip 48 hours later, the roads were clear and much of the snow had melted. It was certainly a pretty backdrop for the drive.
There were even icicles hanging from the roof of the tunnel! When I crossed the pass on the return trip 48 hours later, the roads were clear and much of the snow had melted. It was certainly a pretty backdrop for the drive.
17 February 2007
Un Alma...Trece Mujeres
During my trip to Texas, Rochelle and I made a visit to the Latino Cultural Center in downtown Dallas.
I had read about an exhibit featuring the works of thirteen women (trece mujeres) from various Latin American countries. Having just returned from South America, I was particularly curious to observe what the exhibit had to offer.
The Cultural Center itself is an intriguing building designed by Mexican Architect Ricardo Legorreta. With its heavy wood-hewn doors, warm desert colors, and sculpture plaza it makes a bold statement against the Dallas sky. The texture of the granite weaving my Jesus Moroles beckons to be examined more closely.
An employee pointed us in the direction of the rotunda, where we sat for several moments in the darkness watching the changing colors highlight the various patterns in the "Orientations" mural.
Dallas is fortunate to have an institution dedicated to showcasing the history and contributions of artists not well known by the mainstream art community. The exhibits rotate every few weeks, so it's worth a look the next time you find yourself in town.
I had read about an exhibit featuring the works of thirteen women (trece mujeres) from various Latin American countries. Having just returned from South America, I was particularly curious to observe what the exhibit had to offer.
The Cultural Center itself is an intriguing building designed by Mexican Architect Ricardo Legorreta. With its heavy wood-hewn doors, warm desert colors, and sculpture plaza it makes a bold statement against the Dallas sky. The texture of the granite weaving my Jesus Moroles beckons to be examined more closely.
An employee pointed us in the direction of the rotunda, where we sat for several moments in the darkness watching the changing colors highlight the various patterns in the "Orientations" mural.
Dallas is fortunate to have an institution dedicated to showcasing the history and contributions of artists not well known by the mainstream art community. The exhibits rotate every few weeks, so it's worth a look the next time you find yourself in town.
10 February 2007
Six Pic Saturday
Today I'm training in Coos Bay, Oregon.
8:17 am: I step out of the hotel room into a grey day of rain.
8: 33 am: The training room at the Boys & Girls Club is quiet and empty in the early, dawn light.
11:16 am: Tools of the trade -- my calendar, the Teen Leader's Guide, water, and lozenges for a scratchy throat.
1:45 pm: Students' attention is waning as we near our sixth hour of training.
3:18 pm: A moment of sunlight highlights a mural on a downtown building.
7:39 pm: Back at the hotel to sleep, wake, and repeat.
8:17 am: I step out of the hotel room into a grey day of rain.
8: 33 am: The training room at the Boys & Girls Club is quiet and empty in the early, dawn light.
11:16 am: Tools of the trade -- my calendar, the Teen Leader's Guide, water, and lozenges for a scratchy throat.
1:45 pm: Students' attention is waning as we near our sixth hour of training.
3:18 pm: A moment of sunlight highlights a mural on a downtown building.
7:39 pm: Back at the hotel to sleep, wake, and repeat.
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