Monday, August 1, 2011

Monday Morning Greetings

When I got to work this morning, this is the scene that greeted me.

Sometime Friday night or Saturday morning, high winds came through town and ripped all sorts of branches from the trees. The office building next door to mine suffered a worse fate. An old, 100 year plus oak tree toppled over and into the building.

office building with porch complete torn off the front and the roof tarped over
The complete front of the building was damaged, the roof destroyed and the screened in porch leveled. You can see the size of the trunk - all that remains of the oak tree (besides the yard debris) in the lower right.

My building, the one were I work shoveling snow, cutting grass and working on computer programs was also damaged.

picture showing my office next to the damaged building
I guess, in a way, I'm fortunate that "all" the damage appears to be torn gutter, ripped up shingle and flashing, mangled air conditioner coolant lines, and tons of yard debris.

front of my building
I'm going to be busy cleaning up in the heat - and dealing with the insurance people. Oh joy.

I might not get to your blogs for a while - I've my hands full and am a bit upset.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Eureka! - I have found it!

eu·re·ka exclamation /yooˈrēkə/ /yə-/ 1. A cry of joy or satisfaction when one finds or discovers something.

Supposedly, shouted by ancient Greek philosopher Archimedes as he ran naked from his bath realizing just why heavy stuff floats...

Recently, I was sent a framed photograph of some beautiful farm land in "upstate" Pennsylvania by a dear friend and fellow blogger, Photojournalist Alice Kay. Slipped into the package was a most curious photograph of an orange traffic cone sitting in a hole. I looked at the photograph and thought to myself, "Silly OCHA*, sitting in a hole" and my mind turned to other things (like the farm land photograph).

*Orange Cone Head Alien

Early this morning while standing in the shower as the lukewarm water cascaded over my balding head I was thinking... (yes, dangerous business, I know...)

an orange traffic safety cone sitting in a hole in the asphalt in a car park in front of a store
...about the curious photograph. Why would an Orange Cone stand (sit?) in a hole like that? And then it struck me! How could I've been so dense! I shouted "Eureka!" as I ran from my shower through the house naked dripping with water... (well not really).

Its blindingly simple!! It's not a hole, its a nest!! Mother OCHA is sitting on a nestful of OCHA eggs!! So that's where they all come from!!

I immediately ran outside (well, after I put some undies on) to the nearest nesting OCHA and looked into the nest and what I saw was...

...plain old ordinary gravel.

My excitement left me faster than withholding taxes on my salary (and that goes so fast I never see it!)... Plain old gravel. Hmmph...

My brain, once kicked (hard) out of its slumber, whirled, banged, rattled, and smoked...an old science film came to the surface of the usual claptrap and hokum. The smarmy-toned voice over said, "Hey kids! Some animals in the wild have this amazing ability to blend in with their surroundings. It's called camouflage."

Camouflage! Eggs that look like gravel? Could it be? I turned and ran back to the OCHA nest (as I had decided to call it...) and scooped up a handful of gravel and brought it to the office. Thinking furiously, "it needs a warm place" and remembering somethings about hatchings in nature - theorized that I've never seen an OCHA hatching because they must only hatch on the darkest of moonless nights... like turtles... (never mind that I got my facts a little out of sorts there.)

I covered the OCHA eggs with a warm blanket and a box and kept them warm and dark. It was only a short while later, I heard some strange "plopping" sounds. With blazing curiosity, I lifted the box off the eggs...

a pile of small rocks with mini orange traffic safety cones streaming out of it
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!! They were hatching!!

close up of the baby ochas
Awww.. so cute!! They are so wobbly they can hardly stand (sit?) up.

So now I understand why OCHA so often found standing in and around holes... This just "must be" why.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Let There Be Whales

The scene is the Marketplace Design Center, 2400 Market Street, Philadelphia. The date is march 2, 1985. The photographer (Dale W. Woodland) stood across the Schuylkill River near the 30th Street train station and the Philadelphia U.S. Post Office Building to take this shot. The train is on the Baltimore and Ohio tracks that will take it under the Philadelphia Art Museum in just a few moments.

train passing the front of a very plain building

Robert Wyland (born 1956), known simply as Wyland, is an artist best known for painting large, outdoor murals of whales and other ocean life. He has painted 100 or more of these huge murals. He painted a mural on this "blank canvas" (WW42) and titled it, 'East Coast Humpbacks'. It is 125 Feet Long x 130 Feet High. It was dedicated on July 19, 1993.

the same building after the mural was painted showing serval whales swimming on a blue background filled with tuna fish
They have added a walkway down to a very pleasant walking path along the river. The train tracks are still there too, hidden behind the walkway.

I walked over the bridge that carries Market Street over the river (with trepidation) to get a closer shot.

close up of brilliant whale swimming deep blue water
You can see his other awesome murals at the Whaling Wall.

I've seen WW26 on the side of a K-Mart, in Marathon, Florida Keys. I know someone that is fond of WW43 is in Wildwood, New Jersey. WW86 features a Manatee. Is there one near you?

Friday, July 22, 2011

Mount Vernon Snapshot

an early picture of mount vernon, the home of george washington Mount Vernon, located just south of Washington D.C. in Virginia, was the plantation home of the first President of the United States, George Washington. The mansion is built of wood in neoclassical Georgian architectural style, and is located on the banks of the Potomac River.

When Augustine Washington (George Washington's father) owned the estate, it was known as Little Hunting Creek Plantation. Lawrence Washington, George's older half-brother, inherited the estate and changed its name to Mount Vernon in 1742 in honor of Vice Admiral Edward Vernon famed for the War of Jenkin's Ear* and capture of Portobelo, Colón.

*I leave as an exercise to the reader to learn about the War of Jenkin's Ear!

Upon Lawrence's untimely death in July 1752, his will provided that his widow should own a life estate in Mount Vernon, with the remainder interest falling to Lawrence's beloved half-brother, George. George Washington was already living at Mount Vernon and managing the plantation. Lawrence's widow, Anne Fairfax (1728-1761), however promptly remarried into the Lee family and moved out.

Anne Fairfax was the granddaughter of Thomas Fairfax, 5th Lord Fairfax of Cameron. The present day Fairfax county, Virginia named for her uncle, Thomas Fairfax. Anne was a distant aunt to Robert E. Lee, who married Martha Custis Washington's granddaughter, Mary Anna Rudolph Custis.

In any event, in the treasure trove of lost photographs, I found this badly damaged photo rolled up with in a bundle with my grandmother's High School and College diplomas, neither of which I had ever seen before. Apparently my grandfather was bothered by the fact she not only finished High School (which he did not), but had also gone on to get a college dregee so my grandmother never hung the diplomas in their house out of "deference" to him.

The Kensington High School Party, February 11, 1925. My grandmother is just right of center in the middle row at mount vernon, it looks like about 50 young ladies and one older man teacher The Kensington High School Party, February 11, 1925. My grandmother is just right of center in the middle row with the red ^ pointing to her. She looks like she is a bit chilly!

Mount Vernon was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1960 and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. It is owned and maintained in trust by The Mount Vernon Ladies' Association and is open every day of the year.

After the deaths of George Washington (in 1799) and his widow Martha (in 1802), Mount Vernon, remained in the family for three generations. John Augustine Washington, Jr., a great-great-nephew of George Washington, eventually became owner of the property, but could not afford to maintain it. By the 1850s the home was beginning to crumble. However, John Washington would not sell to commercial developers and insisted that the new owner preserve Mount Vernon as a historic site.

He offered to sell the estate to either the Federal government or the Commonwealth of Virginia, but the legislatures declined, saying it would not be proper to spend tax-payers' money to acquire private property.

In 1853, South Carolina socialite Louise Dalton Bird Cunningham saw Washington's home in poor condition. She wrote her daughter, Ann Pamela Cunningham, saying~~

If the men of America have seen fit to allow the home of its most respected hero to go to ruin, why can't the women of America band together to save it?

Ann Pamela founded the Mount Vernon Ladies' Association and invited influential women from each state (there were 30 at that time) to serve as its original Vice-Regents. It was the first nation-wide women's organization in America.

Miss Cunningham and the Association launched a nationwide fund raising effort. John Washington agreed to sell the property to the Association and the contract was signed in Richmond on April 6, 1858. The agreement was to sell the Mansion, outbuildings and 200 surrounding acres to the Association for $200,000.

Mount Vernon Ladies' Association bought a run down mansion Mount Vernon as it appeared when the Mount Vernon Ladies' Association bought it.

Ann Pamela Cunningham's original vision became the Association's mission statement which remains the same today~~

Ladies, the home of Washington is in your charge - see to it that you keep it the home of Washington. Let no irreverent hand change it; no vandal hands desecrate it with the fingers of progress. Those who go to the home in which he lived and died wish to see in what he lived and died. Let one spot in this grand country of ours be saved from change. Upon you rests this duty.

The Association maintains a headquarters on the Mount Vernon property, and consists of a Regent, or chairman, and 30 trustees, or Vice Regents, who represent their home states. The non-profit Association still receives no federal or state financial aid and relies solely on admission fees, revenues from food and gift sales, and donations from foundations, businesses, and individuals.