Monday, February 27, 2006

Southwest Indian Art Fair

The 12th annual Southwest Indian Art Fair was held Saturday and Sunday, Feb. 25 and 26, at the Arizona State Museum on the campus of the University of Arizona in Tucson. AMAZING !!


This is a work by Ben Nighthorse Campbell, artist and congressman, on display in the Arizona State Museum at the University of Arizona.


The pot on the left had a price tag of $200. It was so perfect I would have paid that price without a second thought, but it's really out of my budget.


All kinds of stuff was on display.


I really wanted to get the weaver -- a Zapetec Indian from Oaxaca, Mexico -- in the shot of this loom, but he was off somewhere taking a break. On the loom you can see a couple of hours worth of work.


This ceramic canteen was priced at $5,000.


These are White Mountain Apache Crown Dancers from White River, performing traditional dances, which are very spiritual in nature as they seek blessings from above. Atheism is an anathema to the Apache, explained the elder who stands in the back with arms folded, wearing a dark vest. His name is Edgar Perry. The drummer/singer beside him created a marvelous effect for this dance.


Some Native Americans watch the Apache dancers. Indians have the best hair!

Saturday, February 25, 2006

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Friday, February 24, 2006

Jewel by Jon


Jonathan Wick makes these. His shop is Jewels by Jonathan. His wife has amazing art on the walls.

Bisbee is a jewel.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Bisbee Hat Maker


Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Bisbeeite


He told me his name, but darned if I can remember almost a week later. Anyway, he tended a neat little alley-way jewelry stand in one of those rabbit-warren, labyrinthian passageways of Old Bisbee.

O Bisbee ! What fun are ye.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Bisbee



This one's for Peggi.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Every one of them hand made



Yep. It's Bisbee.

Need I say more?


Thursday, February 16, 2006

Riders on the Storm


Greg Pike of Colorado goes about Bisbee with his friends: mice riding atop a cat riding atop a dog. Greg accepts donations to feed his pets. This is how he gets around the city's panhandling ordinance.

Greg says the animals provide an example for humans, and he asks: "Why can't we all just get along?"

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Bisbee man



His name is Greg Pike. He said he's from Telluride, Colorado.

Wait till you see the menagerie that followed him to Bisbee's Convention Center on Friday. That will be the next post.

Monday, February 13, 2006

My dad and his shadow



My folks are in town. Here, Dad is shooting the Dragoons, whose winding gravel roads would soon swallow us.

We hiked Ramsey Canyon, lunched in the Turquoise Room at the Naco golf course, toured fabulous Bisbee (which they loved as I expected), and we drove and hiked in the Chiricahua Wilderness. We took two walks along the Upper San Pedro River. On the latter, we saw bobcat prints, a Great Horned Owl snoozing in the sun, a pair of White-Tailed Kites as they hunted and dined, and a Pacific-sloped Flycatcher (an early migrant from Mexico ... thus an exciting find for the docent).

Sunday, February 12, 2006

What Can I Say?

Photo by Jake Sadorf
I borrowed this image from my son's blog: victimtothenoise.blogspot.com .
These gents were leery of having their picture made, but he bought them all a pop (decaffeinated and diet) and they agreed. I think he did a great job. He's taking after the old man and, actually, putting me to shame. I'd have bought one that they could split, but he bought 'em each one.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

...Until the Time of the End.

Photo by Leo
2 Multitudes who sleep in the dust of the earth will awake: some to everlasting life, others to shame and everlasting contempt. 3 Those who are wise will shine like the brightness of the heavens, and those who lead many to righteousness, like the stars for ever and ever. 4 But you, Daniel, close up and seal the words of the scroll until the time of the end. Many will go here and there to increase knowledge. Daniel 12:2-4

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

To My Brother, Carry On.


Life requires committment and continuation. "The evil men do lives after them. The good is oft intererred in their bones. So let it be with Caesar." So, we continue and really hope we get better.

We walk and talk and assume our places. We live with a little bit of soul and time. Then, we get some thoughts about soul and realize a lot about time. Time is not on our side. No, it's not.

All we have is where we are and how we continue. The past is a non-existent fact. It's a place to start from. It's not a place to end.

No. Not a place to end.

A little bit of soul. That's good.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

And your problem is?

Photo by Leo

Dear Jack:
I am sitting in a bar on Market St. I'm drunk, well, not quite, but I soon will be. I am here for 2 reasons; I must wait 5 hours for the bus to Denver & lastly but, most importantly, I'm here (drinking) because, of course, because of a woman & what a woman!

To be chronological about it : I was sitting on the bus when it took on more passengers at Indianapolis, Indiana -- a perfectly proportioned beautiful, drunk) gargled & stammered NO! (Paradox of expression, after all, how can one stammer No!!?)

She sat -- I sweated -- She started to speak, I knew it would be generalities, so to tempt her I remained silent. She (her name Patricia) got on the bus at 8 PM (Dark!) I didn't speak until 10 PM -- in the intervening 2 hours I not only of course, determined to make her, but, how to DO IT.

I naturally can't quote the conversation verbally, however, I shall attempt to give you the gist of it from 10 PM to 2 AM. Without the slightest preliminaries of objective remarks (what's your name? where are you going? etc.) I plunged into a completely knowing, completely subjective, personal & so to speak "penetrating her core" way of speech; to be shorter (since I'm getting unable to write) by 2 AM I had her swearing eternal love, complete subjectivity to me & immediate satisfaction.

Knowing her supremely perfect being was completely mine (when I'm more coherent, I'll tell you her complete history & psychological reason for loving me) I could concieve of no obstacle to my satisfaction, well "the best laid plans of mice & men go astray" and my nemesis was her sister. Pat had told me her reason for going to St. Louis was to see her sister; she had wired her to meet her at the depot.

So, to get rid of the sister, we peeked around the depot when we arrived at St. Louis at 4 AM to see if she (her sister) was present. If not, Pat would claim her suitcase, change clothes in the rest room & she and I proceed to a hotel room for a night (years?) of perfect bliss. The sister was not in sight, so She (not the capital) claimed her bag & retired to the toilet to change ---- long dash ----
This next paragraph must, of necessity, be written completely objectively -- Edith (her sister) & Patricia (my love) walked out of the pisshouse hand in hand (I shan't describe my emotions). It seems Edith (bah) arrived at the bus depot early & while waiting for Patricia, feeling sleepy, retired to the head to sleep on a sofa.

That's why Pat & I didn't see her. My desperate efforts to free Pat from Edith failed, even Pat's terror & slave-like feeling toward her rebelled enough to state she must see "someone" & would meet Edith later, all failed. Edith was wise; she saw what was happening between Pat & I. Well, to summarize: Pat & I stood in the depot (in plain sight of the sister) & pushing up to one another, vowed to never love again & then I took the bus to Kansas City & Pat went home, meekly, with her dominating sister.

Alas, alas ---- In complete (try & share my feeling) dejection, I sat, as the bus progressed toward Kansas City. At Columbia, Mo. a young (19) completely passive (my meat) virgin got on & shared my seat ... In my dejection over losing Pat, the perfect, I decided to sit on the bus (behind the driver) in broad daylight & seduce her, from 10:30 AM to 2:30 PM I talked.
When I was done, she (confused, her entire life upset, metaphysically amazed at me, passionate in her immaturity) called her folks up emotion finding release in this young virgin (& she was) who is, by the way, a school teacher! Imagine, she's had 2 years of Mo. St. Teacher's College & now teaches Jr. High School. (I'm beyond thinking straightly).

I'm going to stop writing. Oh, yes, to free myself for a moment from my emotions, you must read 'Dead Souls' parts of it (in which Gogol shows his insight) are quite like you. I'll elaborate further later (probably?) but at the moment I'm drunk and happy (after all, I'm free of Patricia already, due to the young virgin. I have no name for her. At the happy note of Les Young's 'jumping at Mesners' (which I'm hearing) I close till later.

To my Brother. Carry On!

N.L. Cassady

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Snooze

Photo by Leo
After a grueling day of hunting down the elusive Type II Volkswagen, nothing seemed better than a little nap-time.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

For My Friend H.O.

Photo by Leo
When you come to Arizona, everyone gets a VW bus. Would I lie to you? It's the law. If you are over 35 years old, they give you one from 1967 or earlier. The guy at this house is probably around 40 years old.
What a great place to live. On top of all that, the sun never stops shining and it only rains in July and August and then only in the late afternoon.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

The People


This is Mary "Walking Mary" Adams, who organized the protest in Goar Park. The gentleman's name is in my notebook at the office, but he is percussing on a wooden cricket, which when tapped or scraped sounds amazingly like the creature for which it is named.

Party in Bisbee


This is Steve Russell of McNeal on the steel drum and Raven with a rattler -- part of a very loud "Drown Out the State the Union Address" protest in Goar Park in Old Bisbee Tuesday night. See my story in today's paper!

Bisbee at night


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