Meanders To The Center
~~~ Random thoughts along the journey to the center ~~~
About Me
- Name: pralinanmi
- Location: Rocky Mountains, Colorado
Thank you for visiting Meanders....I hope that you enjoy doing so! All photos, poems, thoughts expressed are the copyright of pralinanmi....
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
Mountain Spring
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As noted before...spring...here...has come in more like sister winter...
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Last night the temperature in Nederland registered...16 degrees F.....
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the warmth of the day's sun...however...lets me know that we're moving towards the change..........
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These pictures were taken on Monday....spring's designated first day.........
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
Pathways ~ Digging In
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This picture...of my eldest son digging a narrow pathway in to the house...was taken a couple of winters ago when the snow piled so high so fast for so long that many in the high country...including me...were "snowed out" of our houses for up to a week. When return was finally possible 7 feet of snow had fallen in some parts...and the shoveling was intense......good thing my...big...son volunteered to blaze the way.....
Today...Spring...has sprung out like a snow cat prowling for prey...making it obvious...to me...that the seasons come and go...or intertwine...as they want.....irregardless of human timetables...or desires..... luckily...this day...I could stay home...to enjoy spring descending...watch the white gather on the branches and the earth...walk to the silence of the twirling flakes... and 'capture' some of the calm and the beauty accumulating..........
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Equine Interactions
Horses...are within some of my earliest memories...the most notable being the one where I'm about 2 and suddenly get a view of what the world looks like sideways...from a saddle...anyway...going home the other day via the back roads I saw two beautiful horses in a corral and stopped to photograph them.
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As I approached they came to the fenceline... and a third appeared eagerly from inside the barn to come say hello...
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they seemed to love the attention...and the company...as evidenced by their allowing me to get really close............
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As I approached they came to the fenceline... and a third appeared eagerly from inside the barn to come say hello...
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they seemed to love the attention...and the company...as evidenced by their allowing me to get really close............
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Saturday, March 11, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Home Bound
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Homeward bound we travel...across charred skeletal remnants of an ancient forest...black hills...lost...to the burnings.........
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On through a Wyoming sunset we pass...picture postcard scenes...windmills...solitary against the backdrop of farmland...stretching out past the eye of the horizon... This land...so vast...with its wide open expanses...I think of my native country...where barely a square inch is left...unbuilt upon.......
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Trains...traveling the land...to somewhere...always seem so melancholic....blow of the whistle fills the darkening sky with hints of nostalgia.......
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I see wings over Wyoming...night's golden guides radiating.......shining our way to home...........
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tasunka Witko
Good time traveling.................................................1962
In the summer of 62, my parents took my two siblings and me on a driving trip across the US. We lived in New York and the destination was California via as many points of interest as possible. It was a great trip. Besides the usual such sites...we visited off beat ones...mostly having to do with Indian America...largely thanks to my elder sister...who...upon coming to this country...had immediately understood that we...with our Taino blood...had deep connections to the rest of the native people of this hemisphere. Many stories could be told about that trip...and others....since my parents...forced into exile in the US at the beginning of the brutal reign of the Duvalier government...believed in the power of travel...and all it encompassed...in shaping character and opening minds.
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One of the places we visited that summer was the Crazy Horse Memorial in South Dakota. The idea for the memorial had come from Chief Standing Bear...and other Lakota chiefs... as a reaction to the Rushmore memorial...the chiefs wanted to have one of their own memorialized...on their own land...and asked one of the carvers of the Rushmore memorial....Korczak Ziolkowski...to undertake the project...to carve a likeness of Tasunka Witko...Crazy Horse...one of their greatest and most respected chiefs...on a mountain in their sacred Black Hills. The first blast occurred in 1948...and when I saw it in 1962...the outline of Crazy Horse’s face...which had never been photographed or drawn... was barely distinguishable. It seemed a formidable project...and the task at hand was impressive indeed....
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Although I’ve been back to South Dakota several times since then...the chance to go to the Crazy Horse site never came...until last month. I couldn’t wait.... Located about ½ hour from Rushmore...our first view of Crazy Horse came when we were about 2 miles away...from which the more distant pictures are taken. Although 58 years have passed since the first blast...the carving is still...relatively...in its beginning stages. When completed the mountain will be transformed into a rendering of Crazy Horse on his horse...pointing towards the ancestral lands... his lands..."where his dead lie buried..."
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So large is the planned carving that...all four presidents at Rushmore would fit into his head. Face and upper arm completed...the blasting has begun on the horse’s head. During the course of the work...not everyone has welcomed or condoned the memorial...but it seems that the protests have died down in the past years...maybe because as the outline becomes more visible...it is obvious to see...as Crazy Horse himself predicted... that he has "come back in stone" to watch over his lands. It is a powerful sight....
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The memorial is...and has always been...a family project...even though Korczak passed away some years ago...he left detailed plans and instructions...and his wife and 7 of their 10 children continue the dream. Work on the memorial is funded entirely by public and private donations and contributions, and the entrance fees charged to enter the memorial grounds. Korchak...and the family...have turned down millions in government money... preferring to honor the promise to keep it a "people funded" memorial. When the carving itself is completed... there are plans to build an Indian University, medical center/school, and museum at its base. It’s an ongoing dream...showing tenacity...perseverence...and love...the completion of which will well surpass my lifetime........
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Monday, March 06, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
Road to Rushmore
As we leave Deadwood we pass through the residential part of town...and see the houses... library... church... courthouse...and more...of Deadwood's other side. Our bus driver becomes a tour guide and regals us with stories and historical facts about the places we are seeing on our journey. We learn that the...entire...town of Deadwood is a national historic landmark. In its beginnings...notables such as Wild Bill Hickock...Calamity Jane...and others...lived there...and are buried in the area cemetery. In the early 1900's Deadwood was home to a Chinese community second only to San Francisco. One of the amazing remnants of their stay in the area are the many underground tunnels...long impassible...which they built to travel throughout main street. I was fortunate enough to be able to get a peek at the entrance to one of these tunnels...under what is now a casino....touch its walls...and absorb a piece of history........
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On our way out of town we pass a large hill with no trees...a hill man made out of the material taken out of the mine it is built on...tailings...full of toxic chemicals...where grass does grow...but the dark trees will not. It is an erie sight... Remnants of charred trees dot the landscape...casualties of a massive fire several years ago which was sparked by power lines. The dense flames forced the evacuation of Deadwood...and shut down the gambling machines for the first time since 1989...when legalized gambling began.
Pactola waters....hiding a town...................................©pralinanmi
After a time we come upon a large lake...a strange aura seems to eminate from its still white frozenness. The driver tells us that it was built in response to the deadly Rapid City flood many years ago...the lake is a reservoir...and Rapid City's water supply. There is also...a town...under its waters. We did not get an elaboration of how this strangeness came to be...and even though the lake was starkly beautiful...the thought of it disturbed my mind. As we drove along...we were given more information...such as...the Black Hills are older than the Rocky Mountains and were once twice as high. The tallest peak now...Harney Peak...stands at about 7,000 ft. Its name...comes from the Black Hills Spruce... unique to these hills...trees so dense and close to each other that they look black...and their pine needles...which absorb the light. There is much visual evidence that fires...have not spared the Hills over the years...and physical evidence remains...that dinosaurs...once roamed these Hills....
Black Hills....'controlled' burn...................................©pralinanmi
We pass Sturgis...which holds a motorcycle fest every summer...drawing some 800,000 + participants...with their motorcycles. Looking at the scape of the land...feeling its sacredness...blood of the original ancestors mixed within its soil...I can only imagine what...that...must be like.
Our immediate destination is Mount Rushmore...a little more than an hour away.
rushmore preview......................................................©pralinanmi
Out of the bus window...I soak up the views passing before me...and snap a picture or two. All along the way...I think about...Mount Rushmore...what it's meant to the native inhabitants...to see those four faces...symbols of a domineering and genocidal society...blasted into their mountain... and looming large........until Crazy Horse came along that is.... But that story...remains for another time...............
presidential loomings............................................©pralinanmi
road to rushmore.....................................................©pralinanmi
On our way out of town we pass a large hill with no trees...a hill man made out of the material taken out of the mine it is built on...tailings...full of toxic chemicals...where grass does grow...but the dark trees will not. It is an erie sight... Remnants of charred trees dot the landscape...casualties of a massive fire several years ago which was sparked by power lines. The dense flames forced the evacuation of Deadwood...and shut down the gambling machines for the first time since 1989...when legalized gambling began.
Pactola waters....hiding a town...................................©pralinanmi
After a time we come upon a large lake...a strange aura seems to eminate from its still white frozenness. The driver tells us that it was built in response to the deadly Rapid City flood many years ago...the lake is a reservoir...and Rapid City's water supply. There is also...a town...under its waters. We did not get an elaboration of how this strangeness came to be...and even though the lake was starkly beautiful...the thought of it disturbed my mind. As we drove along...we were given more information...such as...the Black Hills are older than the Rocky Mountains and were once twice as high. The tallest peak now...Harney Peak...stands at about 7,000 ft. Its name...comes from the Black Hills Spruce... unique to these hills...trees so dense and close to each other that they look black...and their pine needles...which absorb the light. There is much visual evidence that fires...have not spared the Hills over the years...and physical evidence remains...that dinosaurs...once roamed these Hills....
Black Hills....'controlled' burn...................................©pralinanmi
We pass Sturgis...which holds a motorcycle fest every summer...drawing some 800,000 + participants...with their motorcycles. Looking at the scape of the land...feeling its sacredness...blood of the original ancestors mixed within its soil...I can only imagine what...that...must be like.
Our immediate destination is Mount Rushmore...a little more than an hour away.
rushmore preview......................................................©pralinanmi
Out of the bus window...I soak up the views passing before me...and snap a picture or two. All along the way...I think about...Mount Rushmore...what it's meant to the native inhabitants...to see those four faces...symbols of a domineering and genocidal society...blasted into their mountain... and looming large........until Crazy Horse came along that is.... But that story...remains for another time...............
presidential loomings............................................©pralinanmi