Anvil Heads I-40 New Mexico

Anvil Heads I-40 New Mexico

Storm Running

Storm Running
Interstate 40 West New Mexico April 2009

Lady Bug on Cactus

Lady Bug on Cactus
While at work, I noticed a tiny red dot on a green prickly pear cactus. Without any others was this single tiny lady bug a metaphor of loneliness? Where did she come from? Why was there only one? I will return later to see if she remains.

Invisible Life

Invisible Life
Invisible life could be what is unknown about any one of us. It also speaks of a scale that hides in plain sight. Everywhere small things go unnoticed and like a good book, remain invisible until read. Life is a powerful force that is often veiled in scale until we take the time to discover its secrets.

The Bench

The Bench
Bolted to a sidewalk, it is easy to blend in to observe the passing days and nights. In fact being a street bench doesn’t allow much else. Being alone with a vitamin store and lamp post for company might, to a casual observer appear to be a lonely way to mark time. Everyone has heard, “…if these walls could talk.” If walls could talk, would that be something a street bench might do? What would a street bench say? This street bench sits near a tidy corner on Pine Street. There is a phone booth near by when most people do their talking on cell phones, being a phone booth doesn’t require much more effort than keeping a street bench, vitamin store and a lamp post company.... to be continued

Into the Night

Into the Night
Alone at night on a dark street that keeps its secrets. What fate will she encounter, what evil lurks…only darkness knows the night.

Nightlife

Nightlife
The full moon, marble like, rolls across a star blanket, a celestial mirror reflecting soft distant solar beams back to earth to give poets something to do with their insomnia.

Oak Sunset

Oak Sunset
The gift of twilight colors give way to shades of grey and black, an interlude to await the celebration of dawn and the colors of the new day.

Grape Jam

Grape Jam
A bee is not aware of color beyond what the hues say in a language only bees understand. It is all about the work of gathering; a selfless, brief existence that is driven by duty and knows only its small part but is a supreme master of its niche. In that course, that single task generates goodness in ways diverse, complex, and vital to so many realms beyond its own. The end result is that one single bee blind to anything but his duty confers a promise. It is all about small things that allow our existence the luxury of being able to take for granted this and many other small things. Could it be that everything we do in our daily existence has effects unknown to us in ways similar to that of a bee?

Factual answers from structured data.

Sunday, September 4, 2011


The Day Before 9/11

September 11, 2001 as of this writing, is just one week away from its 10th anniversary. There are historic milestones so powerful that recall many years later is as fresh as yesterday.



What about the day before? That memory is not usually as fresh. What were you doing the day before 9/11 Monday September 10th 2001?

I was at the Parachute Center in Acampo, Ca. I was helping run parachutes out to two skydivers who had a goal of making 60 jumps in one day. Jumping for the kids of Children's Hospital Oakland was organized by skydiver John Agnos who later disgraced himself by getting hung up on guy wires in an October 2005 B.A.S.E. jump from an antenna. ( http://www.escalonfire.com/jumper.html )

But John's heart was in the right place on September 10th 2001 along with Ken Bracken. The pair averaged a jump every eight minutes from 2,500 feet to achieve the goal.

In jubilation the last jump of the day was a celebration by John, Ken, and those who helped make the event possible. 8 of us joined John and Ken for a 10 way formation smoke jump.

From Parachutist Magazine pg. 50 Nov. 2001
I am at the lower right corner of the image.

The event realized $7,000 for the Bone Marrow Transplant Unit of Children's Hospital Oakland. Obviously this event was overshadowed by the coming tragedy of 9/11 and soon forgotten.



Posted by C.J. Gallagher at 12:44 PM

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