Blogs of Note

No -- It's just wishful thinking that I might get into the blogs of note over at the blogger blog ... I am however in a section called the Blogs of Note over at the Foto Phantastic Blog. Thanks! I'm feeling notable now. Honored.

On the Ipod: The Ronettes, I Wish I Never Saw the Sunshine.

Wild is the Wind

I want everyone to understand that it takes Nina Simone 7 minutes to lament this.

Nina Simone's rendition of Wild is the Wind:

Love me, love me, love me,
Say you do!
Let me fly away with you,
For my love is like the wind,
And wild is the wind.

Give me more than one caress,
Satisfy this hungriness;
Let the wind blow through your heart,
For wild is the wind.

You touch me,
I hear the sound of mandolins;
You kiss me,
With your kiss my life begins.

You're Spring to me,
All things to me,
Huhhhhm.
Don't you know you're life itself.
Like a leaf clings to a tree.

Oh, my darling, cling to me,
Are we creatures of the wind?
Wild is the wind,
So wild is the wind,
You touch me.

I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
And with your kiss my life begins.
Daddy, you're spring to me. All things to me.
No, you know you're life itself.

Like a leaf clings to a tree,
Oh my darling cling to me,
For we're creatures of the wind,
And wild is the wind,
So wild is the wind.
Wild is the wind.
Wild is the wind.
Wild is the wind.

I am not (that much of) a Slut

Tim's post is right on target.

I need some new sunglasses in case you happen to be someone at Smith's looking for someone to say something nice about your glass.

Welcome Back to AZ

Date: 08 July 2006
Miles Riding: 8.87
Weather: 103°F.
Bike: Commuter.
July Bike Mileage: 8.87


Date: 09 July 2006
Miles Hiking: 8
Weather: 100°F.
July Hiking Mileage: 12

In case your wondering, all the photos in the previous post were taken in Schroon Lake

Colonel Mustard in the Fountain with a Staff

Shots from Schroon Lake, NY.

Lower Cascade Lake, Near Lake Placid, NY

 

West Branch Ausable River, Adirondacks, NY

 

Dix Mountain Wilderness, NY

Paper Birch. Digital Photograph. © ShawnKielty 2006. All rights reserved.

So I went for about a 2 mile hike in the Dix Mountain Wilderness. Starting just below the Elk Mountain Lodge in the Adirondacks, and up almost to Big Sally Brook. A fairly short easy hike, but somewhat wet underfoot by the Arizona norm.

Giant Mountain Wilderness

Giant Mountain Wilderness near Lake Placid. I did about a mile strait up towards Giant Mountain.

All images © 2006 Shawn Kielty. All rights reserved.

Pharoah Lake Wilderness

Looking around for Rock Pond -- didn't quite get there.

Schroon Lake

Last night I stayed in a place without internet, or even a phone. In Schroon Lake. Schroon Lake was the setting of a Hitchcock mystery, wasn't it? Well it could have been. It should have been. I am inspired to move there for the winter and write the story.

Live Free or Die

These two folks took me in and took me for a hike near Sandwich NH. Alyssa and Mike. Alyssa spotted a birdy bird and pulled a bird book out of thin air (be still my beating heart). It was a black and white warbler. Despite a combination of quick fleeting glimpses and a short viewing period, I think we have a confirmed sighting. My first warbler. We had a great conversation -- I enjoyed it a bunch. My faith in the human spirit was restored today. I want to say thanks to Mike and Alyssa, because I had a great time, and I appreciate your sharing that with me.

We saw this view of those lakes.



They recommended that I eat at the Common Man in Concord. I had the Shore thing. It was good. Steak, crab. bearnaise. a spud, two veggies -- serious hiking reparation. Awesome. I am a pig. I ate it all. Plus a coke.

After that I found this deertickimus bitemyass spp. lymedisease on my neck and killed it. Then I ran off to take a shower.



I looked out the window tonight and saw fireworks. I've heard they take independence seriously here in New Hampshire. For those of you that don't know -- the New Hampshire state motto is -- Live free or die. There's not much else for me to say. Happy Independence Day everyone.

Live Free or Die

Live Free or Die

So I went on to the Lakes region and Squam Lakes.


Squam Lake Vista


Look at that


I thought of the Girl


Birch trees

Live Free or Die

I lived in a house at 1000 RR 1. I lived in the lower left corner.


House in Campton, NH. Digital Photograph. Copyright 2006 Shawn Kielty. All rights reserved.

I then headed off to drive the drive I did daily for seven weeks -- to shoot some of my favorite areas along the route. I stopped along the way at Livermore falls -- a short hike down to the Pemigewasset River (Matt) where I found this shot.


Livermore Falls. Digital Photograph. Copyright 2006 Shawn Kielty. All rights reserved.

The folks on the right hiked back up with me and were students at the New Hampshire Institute of Art. We had good conversation about life and Art -- I enjoyed it. I didn't remember their names though.

Live Free or Die

Troy NY. Digital Photograph. Copyright 2006 Shawn Kielty. All rights reserved.

Wow. Today is one of the days that we go after. The kind of day I live for. Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It started rather non-descriptly with me wandering around Troy, waiting for my daughter and her boyfriend to be ready to travel. I wandered into the soft white underbelly of Troy, photographing scenes of old brick and worn out city

I pick the young ones up and off we go to Epsom, NH. After a great breakfast at the the Top Notch Cafe or Diner in Bennington, VT. I drop them off, and go out to play in New Hampshire.

I lived in New Hampshire a few years ago, one summer. I like it. I lived along the Mad River. That's a good name for a river.



The Mad River, Campton, NH. Digital Photograph. Copyright 2006 Shawn Kielty. All rights reserved.

Swim at the Best Western Rensselaer

I know it's not much. I was really calling this the ugly hotel until Danielle pointed out it's really the stinky hotel. It's nice really -- not extravagant. but interesting and friendly. it's working fine. The elevator has an interesting smell, however. In case your wondering the pool was good.

Louis Rubin Memorial Approach in Troy, NY

The Approach to Rensselaer. Digital Photographs. © 2006 Shawn Kielty. All rights reserved.

Commonly called just "the Approach," famous for being a bitch -- 152 steps to the quad from my ugly hotel, according to the hotel counter person. I asked her how she knew -- people tell her -- she says. My daughter said that she thought I might think it pretty cool.

So I ran it four times this morning. I figure it at two miles total. I'll calculate it later on a map. I skipped the temptation to run a mile around the gamefield, since that would be a bit jock-like.

Midway Airport

There's a reasonable post coming -- about the immediacy the web brings to things like a trip to midway in Chicago. I think travel produces some strange effects like the vignetting of this image due to being jostled during the travel. Had everything gone well I would have been able to post these immediately from the terminal while I was waiting in line for my plane.

Crossroads

You know -- I saw Eric Clapton 4 times in my life. For me, getting on a plane is never as much fun as Eric Clapton. Tonight I sat around with the pilot Al from Peru, and he talked repeatedly about the damage and scariness of the idea of landing during a monsoon storm. There are thunderstorms and such (rain) at the other end, wild dust storms and thunder here (without rain).

I was thinking about Ruby today and his recent post about black men who don't ride bikes. In the story Dopamine, Johnson, played by Rueben Grundy, a black man, rides a bike beside Rand, played by John Livingston. And here is the conversation (a marathon what -- anyone might ask?):

Johnson: [both ride bikes with a marathon] Hey, Sarah was looking for you last night.
Rand: She was?
Johnson: What's up with you two?
Rand: I'm not sure. It doesn't make any sense.
Johnson: What do you mean? Why do we have to make sense of everything?
Johnson: Yeah it's nice to know when some low pressure system pushes moisture laden air over a heated land mass and that we need a ... umbrella to get to work.
Johnson: Hey man, rain used to be with the gods of thunder cried.

Rain used to be when the gods of thunder cried. Again. Rain used to be when the gods of thunder cried.

What scares me is not the flying it's the landing. I don't get nervous in the plane -- I get nervous when the plane gets near the ground. This is all very logical. I help build aircraft, for God's our sake. And it scares me to fly land.

Why. Because rain is the gods of thunder crying. and there's no accounting for that. "Why, that was an act of God" the gods ... and so on.

So tomorrow I go down the road on a journey:

"I went down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
Down to the crossroads
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above for mercy
Take me if you please"

Al bought his fellow pilot a beer and reached out to shake my hand. "Goodnight my Friend."
And the new Jane said, "I don't know what I am going to do with you being gone for a week."

All of this promises to be fun.