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Mobile friendly, not

27 Nov

This website is not “mobile friendly”, and I’m trying to decide whether it should be.  It would mean a re-design.

 
 

Warming

27 Nov

Exactly a year ago there was quite a bit of snow. This year it’s been quite a bit warmer and not much precipitation has fallen.

Six geese.

Six geese.

In nearly 60 degree temperatures, I got out my camera and wandered around the shore of the reservoir. In the summer, the water would have been over my head. But at this time of year, the water level is lower, leaving the equivalent of tide pools like at the ocean. With the exposed algae it smelled like the ocean minus the salt. (Can salt actually have a scent, or is it only a taste?)

 

Algae and ice

Algae and ice.

It has fallen below freezing at night and we’ve had a little snow here and there.  The reservoir is still a long ways from freezing over.

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Last year the reservoir was only frozen a couple of months. It thawed out early due to a warm spell in late winter.

 

Hairy boulder.

Hairy boulder.

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I hope you had a peaceful Thanksgiving.

 
 

Corporate controlled social media

20 Nov

Leading up the election, I felt I was participating in too many things that go against my values, which ultimately go against my spirit and what makes me, me.

I try to be a careful voter, studying the ballot and voting my conscience.  It took me weeks to vote this year’s ballot.  If I wasn’t sure about something, I’d leave it blank to come back to it several days later after more research or mulling it over.

The vote for president was one I left blank for a long time. It was not because I was sitting on the fence.  I hated both candidates.  I kept wondering, “Is this the best our country can do?”  I have many liberal friends and according to them I should be voting for Clinton to keep Trump from winning.  But I couldn’t do that. I can’t vote for someone I don’t like and I can’t vote for a reality TV star. I was so fatigued from going against my conscience, I decided I needed a change.

One of those changes was leaving Facebook.  Every time I logged in, I felt I was participating in something that was similar to selling my soul. Very much like voting for someone I don’t like.

 

 

I left Facebook right after the election. Not that I was ever really there (for example I never installed the Facebook app on my phone).  But it didn’t really boil down to blaming my friends.  Yes, I blame them for (re-)posting so much propaganda, without checking the facts, just for the purpose of inflaming the other side. But the big blame goes to the Facebook corporation itself.

There are three (ok, four… no, five… wait, six… ugh, seven…) things that just infuriate me about Facebook.

The biggest thing I hate about Facebook is there is no transparency about the algorithm used to decide which posts to show in the news feed.  Over the years there are have been articles detailing psychological experiments that Facebook allowed researchers conduct on the unknowing user base. I’ve noticed certain things I’ve posted are effectively censored.  After a while I began to sense, even before I would post something, whether it would get censored or not. I’ve asked friends, “Did you see the thing I posted about…” and the answer was “no”. Along the same lines, the posts that interested me the most were buried in my newsfeed. That might have been intentional to get me to spend more time on Facebook digging for those nuggets.

Only short and sweet posts make it through to people. This very effectively dumbs everything down to expressing ideas or thoughts in two quick sentences. No different than what our mainstream media has become: inflammatory or sensational headlines and sound bites. No wonder everything has becomes so polarized.  No wonder this election was the ugliest and most unpleasant I’ve ever experienced.

Many things that my friends would repost were from non-reputable URLs, which would look like a news site, but wouldn’t contain anything factual.  Clickbait. Here’s an article about the “filter bubble” where Facebook only shows people what they want to see and how it influences things, Bursting the Facebook bubble.  I’m surprised at the number of people who only get their news through social media.

In the 1990’s and 2000’s, I would get a lot of forwarded emails from friends, which had been forwarded to them from their friends, etc.  These emails were often hoaxes, which gave birth to the hoax busting website Snopes. These messages had a life of their own, sometimes resurfacing years later.  Facebook is essentially the same thing, sharing stuff that may or may not have any factual basis. It’s a very low level of quality.

The final nail in the Facebook coffin was they kept locking me out of my account because I’d clear the cookies from my browser.  Having designed a number of websites, I know a few things about website security. But Facebook had some really bizarre ways of verifying my identity to restore my access to the site.  The primary one was I had to identify friends in various photos. But the photos they’d show me were probably photos their own facial recognition algorithm needed help with, like baby photos, or when a friend was wearing makeup for Mardi Gras or Halloween.  It was just ridiculous.  You’d think that 3 photos would be good enough, because anybody who was actually hacking my account wouldn’t be able to get that far, but no, it was 5 to 7. When my bank thinks there is something suspicious, they just send an email to my registered email address with a code or they ask a security question.  Much less creepy, a lot more transparent and simple.

Leaving Facebook feels like an amputation, because for a certain core group of friends, this is the only way we keep in touch.  I hope to replace it with spending more time with my friends in person or more direct ways of electronic communication.

 

 
 

Mountain Folks

08 Oct

Some friends took me to a concert last night in Denver (Ghost, which is probably described as death metal or death pop) and by the time I got back up to my home in the mountains, it was well after midnight.

This morning I decided to go to the Sundance Cafe for breakfast. I rarely go out for breakfast, but when I do, it makes the day special.

Even though I didn’t know anyone, when I looked around the restaurant I saw mostly locals. I’m not sure how I can tell. Maybe it’s the practical clothing and the lack of style. I think it’s the winters that make us that way, where all the trappings of the city are put aside for survival. In January, when the winds are howling, I just stop caring about style and wear whatever will keep me warm and dry.  I remember one night my first winter up here, I was startled when getting out of my car to go into the house. The wind was carving the snow into a moonscape and it was bitter cold. The cold was now serious business.

And the couple sitting at the next table somehow knew I was a local, too, because they struck up a conversation with me of local topic. All of the other conversations I overheard were about local topics as well. Perhaps it’s just because the locals know if you’re going to eat out on a weekend, breakfast is the only option before the hordes of tourists drive up from Denver.  By lunch time, the cafe will be packed and with a waiting list.

Even though I’m not very active in the local community, I am still part of it.

 

Fall foliage on the ground, Yankee Doodle Lake.

Fall foliage on the ground, Yankee Doodle Lake.

 
 

Cold Springs Fire: Two Weeks Later

26 Jul

Click on photos for larger versions.

This evening I went back to one of the view points I had of the fire a little over 2 weeks ago. I took some “after” photos for a comparison.

Little did I know at the time when I took this first photo, that there was a house in the upper right. All that stands now is a chimney and some solar panels.

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The following two photos are also aligned. The houses in these photos appear to have escaped major damage.

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The next three photos show what had to have been some remarkable structure protection efforts by the fire fighters.

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I’m not sure if the house in this final photo escaped damage.  From this angle it looks okay.

 

Cold Springs Fire

10 Jul

Photos from Day 2 of the Cold Springs Fire (click on photo for larger).

 

Chinook dipping into Barker Reservoir.

Chinook dipping into Barker Reservoir.

 

Chinook dropping a load.

Chinook dropping a load.

 

Black Hawk

Black Hawk

 

North side of Boulder Canyon

North side of Boulder Canyon

 

North Side of Boulder Canyon.

North Side of Boulder Canyon.

 

Chinook Helicopter

Chinook Helicopter

 

There is a house right in the center.

There is a house near the bottom of the stream of water.  When the flame showed up in the lower right, I got out of there.

 

Lockheed P2V Neptune

Lockheed P2V Neptune

 

 

This one is a jet.

This one is a jet (BAE 146).

 

 

 

 
 

Utah 2016, part 4: Landscapes and Wildlife

12 Jun
Zion National Park

Zion National Park

 

Zion National Park

Zion National Park

 

Pine Valley Peak on the right, Zion National Park

Pine Valley Peak and George, Zion National Park (click for larger, then click again)

 

Looking up canyon from the previous photo. Pine Valley Peak would be upper left.

Looking up canyon from the previous photo. Pine Valley Peak would be upper left.

 

Calf Creek Recreation Area

Calf Creek Recreation Area

 

Cliff Dwelling off of Steep Creek and The Gulch

Cliff Dwelling off of Steep Creek and The Gulch

 

Part of Cliff Dwelling.

Part of Cliff Dwelling.  Perhaps something used for food storage.

 

Cotton from cottonwood tree looking like a stream.

Cotton from cottonwood tree looking like a stream.

 

Geese landing, Horse Bench Reservoir

Geese landing at dawn, Horse Bench Reservoir

 

Road Runner

Road Runner

Go back to Utah 2016, Part 3.

 
 

Utah 2016, Part 3: Arches and other shapes

12 Jun
Grosvenor Arch, near Kodachrome State Park

Grosvenor Arch, near Kodachrome State Park

 

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Unnamed arches in Willis Canyon

 

Shakespeare Arch in Kodachrome State Park

Shakespeare Arch in Kodachrome State Park

 

Sandstone in west Zion National Park

Sandstone in west Zion National Park

 

The Vortex

The Vortex

 

Close up of modern petroglyphs in the bottom of The Vortex

Close up of modern petroglyphs in the bottom of The Vortex.  Click for larger.

 

Eastern end of Long Canyon

Eastern end of Long Canyon

 

 

Design in standstone

Design in sandstone

 

Oak Leaf

Oak Leaf in Lick Wash

Go forward to Utah 2016, Part 4.

Go back to Utah 2016, Part 2.

 

 
 

Utah 2016, Part 2: Slot Canyons

05 Jun
Un-named slot canyon near Long Canyon.

Un-named slot canyon near Long Canyon.

A slot canyon is deeper than it is wide. They can be fun to photograph due to the light reflections. They are nice to explore in the middle  of a hot day, offering shade and cooler temperatures.  I hiked in several slot canyons on this trip.  Click on each photo for larger versions.

 

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Entrance to another unnamed slot canyon entering Long Canyon.

Entrance to another unnamed slot canyon joining Long Canyon.

 

This slot canyon has cottonwood trees growing near the entrance.

This slot canyon has cottonwood trees growing near the entrance.

 

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Willis Canyon

 

Willis Canyon

Willis Canyon

 

Looking straight up from the bottom of Willis Canyon

Looking straight up from the bottom of Willis Canyon.

It’s like being inside a giant mouth with molars.

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Willis Canyon

 

Looking across the top of a slot canyon. You can almost jump across.

Looking across the top of a slot canyon. You can almost jump across.

 

Looking down into the slot canyon of Bull Valley Gorge.

Looking down into the slot canyon of Bull Valley Gorge.

 

 

Lick Wash

Lick Wash

Go forward to Utah 2016, Part 3.

Go back to Utah 2016, Part 1.

 
 

Utah 2016, Part 1

30 May

I recently spent about 10 days in southern Utah, both camping and staying with friends. I experienced all kinds of weather: hot, cold, wet and dry. Rather than present my trip as a travel log, I decided just to group certain photos together along with my thoughts. Click on any photo for a larger version.

 

Red Canyon

Red Canyon

For the most part, I hiked in areas less travelled. I had thought about going to Bryce Canyon National Park, but it happened to be on a weekend (not that a weekday would have made much difference), and the traffic leading into the park was heavy, so I turned around and headed for the dirt roads.

Being spring time and with the recent rains, many plants were blooming.

 

Yellow prickly pear cactus

Yellow prickly pear cactus.

 

Cactus with red flowers.

Claret cup cactus

 

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Evening primrose

 

This was probably blooming a million years ago. Fossilized plant material.

This was probably blooming a million years ago. Fossilized plant material.

 

Not exactly blooming, but pretty none the less.

Not exactly blooming, but pretty none the less. (Click for the larger version to see the detail.)

It always amazes me where plants choose to take root (probably not a conscious choice). There’s plenty of sand and dirt around for a plant to grow in, but perhaps these cracks have more moisture in them.

 

Growing in a crack in the canyon wall.

Utah fleabane growing in a crack in the canyon wall.

 

A shrub and a pine are sharing the same crack.

A single leaf ash and a pine are sharing the same crack.

 

Jack Rabbit

Jack Rabbit sniffing Scotch broom.

 

My friends George and Kristine as we explored Manganese Wash.

My friends George and Kristine as we explored Manganese Wash.

 

Go forward to Utah 2016, Part 2.

 

 
 
 
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