Earthquake News

 Well it took an earthquake to get me to write something here on the blog.

The blog is where we've been keeping a record of the earthquakes here, so this is our news. At 4:18 in the afternoon on Tuesday a 4.6 quake shook us up a bit. It wasn't fierce or even scary while it was happening. Afterwards I always fear for something bigger to happen. Is this quake just letting off some steam or is it a precursor to an even bigger quake? Well, no answer to that question... yet. So far no major aftershocks. 

Other than that the weather has been mostly rainy and dreary. We're in for another week of rain according to the weather report, so there probably won't be anything to write about or share here. 

Hope all is well for you and that the weather where you are is beautiful and inviting for long walks in the sunlight. 

Thank you for stopping by. We still plan to resume blogging when something other than an earthquake inspires us. Take care, friends!

Hiatus

 It's been a long winter here. Not many opportunities for outdoor adventures or even walks at our favorite places. There haven't even been any atmospheric optics to run out and photograph. So, we're going to put The New Dharma Bums on hiatus for a while. We hope to return when the brightness of world calls us out there with beauty and sunlight. I'm going to keep on reading your blogs, so please keep on posting. Thank you, dear friends!

Here's a view of our neighbor's snowy yellow roses. The Yellow Rose of northern California gets a winter chill.

Take care.

Wednesday Morning

It's been cold here on the California north coast. Temps literally freezing with chill-to-the-bone winds (well at least for us cry-baby old folks... LOL). But Wednesday morning's sunrise pulled me out into the freezing temps to take a few photos of the beautiful sky. 

 

 

I ran out to photograph those crepuscular rays against the dark clouds. It looked so dramatic. I didn't even notice the beautiful hint of iridescent clouds above the darkest cloud. What a wonderful surprise that was. A short while later came an even bigger surprise.

 

 

I looked out the window and saw this... snow falling falling falling from our gray skies. I ran out into that cold air to take more photos. What a beautiful soft white flurry of soundless flakes fluttered to the ground. Nothing like the hail that had fallen just a few minutes earlier tapping crazily on the skylights and windows. 

And then the sun came out again.

Earthquakes and Sunrises

While reading about the huge and deadly earthquake in Turkey, I learned something that scared me down to my rickety old bones. The earthquake there occurred on something called a strike slip fault. So I read up on what a strike slip fault line is and found out that there is one in the United States. And not only that it's right here on the local San Andreas fault line. Uh-oh, said I. That does not sound good. I don't know why, but I always thought that all earthquakes were pretty much the same. They're not. So, now I'm a little more worried than I had been about those fault lines. The tragedy that unfolded in Turkey after the earthquake took my breath away. More than 34,000 people are dead, and there will be more. We have done our earthquake preparedness lessons and have plans, but sometimes the shake is more than we can possibly plan for. It's so interesting living on the planet Earth. 

So while I'm still here on planet Earth that's still revolving and orbiting around the sun, I run out most mornings to photograph the sunrise. It's a beauty that always calls me out even if it's literally freezing out there. So, here are a few sights of the morning light here.

February 2

February 4

February 10

February 12

What a planet we live on, what a beautiful crazy planet.

The Interview

It was only a little more than 11 years ago that this photo was taken.

That's me holding our first grand-daughter Delilah. Why am I posting this? Because that little girl is now in 5th grade and had a school assignment to interview someone about activism. She asked if she could interview me, and I said "Of course! Yes, I would be honored."

So she came by the other day with her mom and brothers. She pulled out the long paper with all the questions that the teacher had assigned to ask about activism. What an interesting journey back in time that was for me.

When did I first become politically active? It was back in 1967-68 during the Civil Rights movement. There were many marches and protests, and yes, my sibs and I got involved. We marched in the inner-city streets of Newark, NJ.

Then, of course, there was the war in Vietnam. My siblings and I protested the war and marched in many long demonstrations. The US still had a draft at the time, and we learned about draft counseling, deferments, etc. The war raged on, and we kept up with our protests and vigilance. We went to SDS (Students for a Democratic Society) meetings and my sister became the youngest member to join the local chapter. We were so committed.

In 1968 on election day we held Vote For Humphrey signs in the legal distance from the voting area. He was running against Richard Nixon and we knew how terrible that win would be for our country. Sadly, Nixon did win, and our marching and protesting went on. 

Then the worst happened the Kent State Massacre in 1970. Five days after the shootings my siblings and I drove to Washington DC to protest and joined 100,000 protesters. We marched. We chanted. We cried. Then we went home, and I never really marched again. Well, Roger and I did march at a small local rally back in 2018. I blogged about that back then. But it was nothing like the anti-war movement of the 1960s. 

It was interesting to remember these times and feel deeply honored that Delilah would ask to interview me. After she left, I thought about some of the things that really made me want to take to the streets to protest war and violence, racism and hatred. It made me remember my maternal grandmother and how she lost her mother and brothers and many family members in the hell that was Auschwitz. This is what pushed me to be an activist stand up for peace, for freedom, for acknowledgement that we humans are just one species on this earth. "Can't we all just get along?"