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Magnified Fall in the Foothills

Happy Thanksgiving!!!  It’s always good to be home, even though there are no cultural places to visit nearby, or Diners and Dives restaurants.  There’s also little rain, traffic, or noise – although cows make a lot of noise from time to time.

There’s not much traffic on this street, but PG knows to move over when a truck ambles by.

Yesterday was such a beautiful day that I took my big lens out for a walk to experiment with it.  I took the wide-angle with me, but never got it out.  It was too much fun to get up close and personal with the mountains.

Sierra Nevada Mountains

These mountains I do know, and I know that we are looking east.  The Sierra Nevada range is a Spanish name meaning sawtooth snowy.  It must have been loggers that named it, but I think they were accurate in their description.

There are definitely teeth in them thar hills.

You can see that east of the valley is more frequently range land and not farming, although we do have groves of citrus in this area.  Mountains compose 2/3 of Tulare County.  This location is only about 40 minutes from the mountains where you visit Sequoia National Park.I love the layers of hills and mountains.  It’s hard to capture them with even the big lens., but we had rain while I was away, and the mountains took on a thin layer of snow which helps show their definition.  Unfortunately for capturing the sky, I waited just about an hour too long before going outside.  While it is clear as a bell from 10:00 to about 2:00, after that there is a winter haze that settles in.These pictures may all start to look the same to you.  I’m having to go back and forth a little to make sure I don’t pick the same picture accidentally because I didn’t save all the pictures in the file, and I didn’t go in order.  I just stand in one place and pivot, so there is a lot of similarity.  I’m sure every little peak has a name, but I don’t know them. However, I do have my favorites, and this little saw blade on the left side of the picture is one of them.

Just so you know, there are foothills on every side.  This picture points northwest.

Foothills every which way

And this one points due west.  See I really do know my directions.Since I’m from deciduous Indiana, autumn is not complete without leaves.  The sun was almost ready to set making these leaves shimmer and shiver with the impending dusk.Even the ugly leaves are pretty in the sun.

I got a phone call at just about this time, and missed the sunlight on the dandelions.  They looked etherial on the hillside.  The more I take pictures, the more I am aware that if I don’t snap the picture from exactly the right place at exactly the right time, I miss it.  I can walk one step and the view changes.  This drives me nuts when I am driving and I can’t stop the car soon enough.  In this case I had to settle for dandelions on flat land, not circling the tree like alien landing lights.This at least gives you a glimpse of the magic I saw magnified through my mega 75-300 lens.  Hope you enjoyed being back home again in Tulare County, California.

Old Sacramento

I don’t know how a person can turn a fun day into a boring article, but I’ve started this at least three times, and I have succeeded in boring even myself all three times.

I could just describe the site of my story, and let you take guesses about where it takes place, but the title was the one good thing I started writing, and I refused to edit it.  So I ruined that serendipitous moment.  I wanted to tell you all about my pictures of Evangeline’s Costume Mansion, but I forgot to resize my pictures, and they wouldn’t load fast enough, so in the interim I started writing about paying $20 for parking, then getting  lost.  That’s an exaggeration.  No, not the parking fee.  You can’t get lost if you have a working a cell phone.  If you can’t read a map, or the directions, or even if you can, and you can’t see your husband, if you are conspicuous enough, he will see you and text you, “Look to your left.”  There he was waiting to eat at Railroad Fish and Chips at 1100 Front Street.

But Evangeline’s really was the shop that grabbed my attention.  At work I am planning a student event in Allensworth, a turn of the century freedom colony State Historic Park in southern Tulare County, and my fellow planners want to bring the historic state park to life by training 150 African-American teen docents to be the townspeople resplendent with turn of the century costumes.  So when I saw costumes in this old west town, I thought, “Perfect, I’ll find just the costumes I need to bring Allensworth to life.”

I walked in and was greeted by the saloon girl up on the shelf.  She probably gets her feathers ruffled by the air conditioning blowing on her all the time, but she never complained while I was there.

Sally pointed the way with her cane to the Old West Room.  This was the room if you wanted to look like Sally.

I was pretty sure that we didn’t want 75 young teen-aged female students looking like Sally.  For a little bit more respectable look, you could walk out the door and into the hall.   However, the key words here were “a little bit”.  Still not quite right for a student event for teaching local second to fourth graders about California’s only all African-American freedom colony, founded by Col. Allensworth, a retired Army chaplain.  Fortuitously, there were more rooms.

 Unfortunately, the rooms had different themes, and none of them quite fit the Allensworth I had envisioned.  It was an interesting diversion, though.  For someone feeling a little more militant, and a little pessimistic about the air quality in California, then this might be the perfect costume topper.

Of course there were boots or shoes to go with every costume.

Ladies, right this way. Boots and gloves to go with your gas mask.

Now, if you want to go even higher in the line of military gear, you can go to the very top.

Arnold, what are you doing in with this bunch? You are the terminator, not the Commander-in-Chief.

Maybe you’ve felt a bit off your game, a little strange, out of it even.  Have they got the costume for you!
I AM smiling.

Just hope you don’t land in the hospital.

If you do I hope you find someone helpful to fit into  these shoes.
 
There were bloody legs and heads, police helmets and badges and more shoes,  but after that I thought I’d better find my ride back to the real world.  
So I headed back to the street to call my husband, but I got side-tracked.
About then my cell phone vibrated me, “Look to your left.”  It was time to go back home.

Tulare County Historical Society Meeting

A year and a half ago I was asked to become the Recording Secretary of the Tulare County Historical Society.  I thought to myself, “No sweat, I am the meeting queen.  I am Minutes R Us.”  Was I ever wrong.  It has turned out to be a new challenge that I am just feeling comfortable doing – even though the errors haven’t totally stopped!  We meet in interesting places, discuss important business, and best of all keep history alive for the next generation and beyond.  The pictures below are at Mooney Grove Park in one of our projects – Arbor #2 which was toppled by a fallen oak.  Included in the pictures was our special entertainment, one of Tulare County History Day’s winning presentations, “From Prison Bars to Polling Place:  Revolutionizing Women’s Suffrage”.

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