I will never forget !

Matthew Shepard died 16 years ago today from injuries he suffered five days earlier in a brutal hate crime in Laramie Wyoming. I will NEVER forget !



 

To Albuquerque and back

Last week my sister and I took a trip to Santa Fe and Albuquerque, New Mexico. My sister arrived Sunday evening and we went out for a late dinner. We left Arvada Monday morning and stopped in Colorado Springs to lunch with our cousin Dick. Dick and his wife Terri are missionaries. They have traveled and lived all over the world. After lunch we took a tour of Garden of the Gods park. They grow really big rocks there.

Balanced Rock, Garden of the Gods, Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Our great, great grand father, Edmund G. Ross, was Governor of the New Mexico territory for four years (1885 - 1889.) While he was Governor he lived in a house called Palace of the Governors in Santa Fe. It's not actually a palace - in reality it's a one floor adobe building. The building has a lot of history behind it and is now part of the New Mexico History Museum. There were a lot of people milling about and I didn't think is was very picturesque so I didn't take any pictures.

We went into the Loretto Chapel and saw the miracle staircase.

Spiral staircase, Loretto Chapel, Santa Fe, New Mexico.

We also went into the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi. The Basilica is very attractive.

San Miguel church was being re-mudded and didn't appear to be open. I would like to have seen more of Santa Fe and toured some of the museums but we both tired out fairly quickly, and most attractions charge an entry fee.

We toured the ruins in Pecos National Historical Park which include the remains of a Pueblo village, kivas, and a spanish mission.

We planned to spend a night in Albuquerque but turned it into a fast round trip instead. We visited Edmund's grave site, ate lunch, gased up and started back to Colorado.

I enjoyed the trip even though it was fast paced. I would like to have spent a few hours in Walsenburg, taken highway 12 around the Spanish Peaks into Trinidad, view the history in Trinidad, see Fort Union and spend some time in Las Vegas, NM. Unfortunately, I have to admit I don't have the energy or the money it takes to make such a trip.

Out walking

The Rocky Mountains as seen from Arbor Lake, Arvada, Colorado.

Oh deer!

The deer are in velvet at the Rocky Mountain Arsenal National Wildlife Refuge.

Buck deer in velvet


Doe with fawns

360 degree horizon

Full moon rising

I've had bad luck taking photos of the moon. These are the best one's yet! Someone suggested my problem was caused by vibration when the mirror in the DSLR flipped up; they suggested I try locking the mirror up and use a time delay shutter or a remote. I figured out how to lock the mirror up and a used 2 second delayed shutter. I also tried a range of shutter speeds and ISO's.

Full moon rising over Arbor Lake, Arvada, Colorado.

The day begins

I love my cat

"Pudden"

Photos so far this year

These are some of the better photos I've taken so far this year.

Lake Arbor Fairways, 14th hole, January 2, 2014.

Olympus SZ12, ISO 80, 1/400, f5.4, 140mm.


Funeral procession of Jefferson County Sherifs Officer Sgt. David Baldwin, February 3, 2014.

Canon Rebel T1i, ISO 100, 1/250, f9.0, 85mm.


Whitecaps on Stanley Lake with Boulder flatirons behind, March, 3, 2014.

Olympus SZ12, ISO 80, 1/640, f4.4, 66mm.


Bald Eagle at Rocky Mountain Arsenal National Wildlife Refuge, March 4, 2014.

Canon Rebel T1i, ISO 250, 1/2000, f6.3, 500mm.


My first oil painting in 45 years. March 7, 2014.

I just wanted to play with the paint. I don't know what it is but it must be something.

More to follow.

Elver A. Barker

I was one of Mr. Barker's students when he was teaching art classes in Wyoming during the 1960's. My parents bought one of his paintings which I later inherited; it now hangs in my living room. I had a signed copy of his finger painting book for the longest time but I don't know where it's gone to.


I'll try to get a better photo.

I hadn't seen Mr. Barker since about 1968 and assumed he had died so I was surprised to meet him again in 2000. I introduced myself by asking him if he could remember what he was doing in 1965. He looked a little worried then said "No." I told him who I was and how I had been one of his students when he taught in Wyoming. He remembered both me and my parents.

While admiring his painting this afternoon I wondered what happened to him. An internet search found a web page dedicated to him. The paragraph and photos below were taken from Tyler Alpern's web site.

Elver Barker was and artist, teacher, gay and human rights activist who was one of the early officers of the Mattachine Society and an editor of the Mattachine Review. In 1953, he lost his job at the Alameda County welfare office when a supervisor figured out that Barker was gay. He then became among the most active members of the Mattachine Society. Out of fear for losing his job as a schoolteacher for being a gay activist, he operated under the name Carl B. Harding, which he signed to articles he wrote, letters to the editor of local newspapers and when quoted in newspaper reports. "We were afraid we'd lose our jobs," Barker recall to Westword on the occasion of the 1999 Gay Pride Parade. "I loved my work," Barker said of one lost job. "But one day, my supervisor said to me, 'We all live in glass houses around here.' And when he said that, I knew I was being discriminated against." Barker also edited the Mattachine Education Handbook, “a resource dedicated to fighting discriminatory policies such as a standard practice that law enforcement agencies used to illegally entrap gays.” In 1956, Elver moved to Denver to become a teacher and established a local Mattachine Society. His role with the Mattachine is documented in the book Behind the Mask of the Mattachine to be released in the Fall of 2006. His correspondence as a Mattachine Officer is preserved in the New York Public Library.

Above is what he looked like when I was his student.

The Newcastle mentioned above is Newcastle Wyoming.

Merry Christmas from Clyde & Puddin (cat)

I didn't think I would be able to do a calendar this year but last week I decide I had the funds to make one. I uploaded my photos and placed my order with VistaPrint.Com last week. I wasn't expecting them to arrive until next week but they were delivered yesterday! They look great!


Twenty Thirteen was quite a year for me. In March I bought an electronic piano that was on sale. I've been enjoying it quite a bit but I haven't done much practicing since I moved.

I created 2 photo books from the photos I took on the motorcycle trips I've taken. They turned out very well. I want to make another one of general photos I've taken but am looking for a more affordable printing option.

I had my first art show this year. I displayed 16 of my better photos at a local sandwich shop last February. I don't have any immediate plans for another show.

The rents started going up in Denver last year and this year they simply priced me out of the apartment. I couldn't afford to rent in Denver anymore. I calculated I could pay a mortgage, insurance, utilities, and other fees for less than I was paying in rent, so I bought a small townhouse in Arvada Colorado. I'm no longer in Denver. It is much, much quieter here; I don't have fire trucks, ambulances, and cop cars racing past at all hours of the day and night. I do miss the quick access to the Denver parks.

In late May I took a day trip to Scottsbluff to visit the Scott's Bluff National Monument. It was a fun ride except for the tornado. I went to the Sturgis bike rally for the first, and only, time this year. Sturgis was a major disappointment but it was a beautiful ride there and back.

I had a heart attack on June 5th at 1:35pm. It was not the grip your chest and scream type, instead I developed strong pain in both arms from my shoulder to my elbow and pain in both jaws. I tried shaking it off. I started making a pot of coffee thinking that would make me feel better, but before the coffee had finished brewing I realized it was serious and got help. The fire department arrived within 2 minutes followed immediately by the ambulance, and 10 minutes later I was in the emergency room. They were actually standing by waiting for me. Five minutes later I was in surgery ( the cath lab.) They installed a stint into my Left Anterior Descending. I had little or no damage and they kept telling me how lucky I was to react and get in so quickly. I don't want to think about how things would have turned out if I was on the road.

Cardiac rehab was just walking on a treadmill or stationary bike while they monitored my heart. I bought my own treadmill after I finished rehab. I prefer to walk outdoors but I don't like walking on concreate or in the cold. That's what the treadmill is for.

I haven't had a cat since 1980 and I've really missed having one. Pets weren't allowed in the apartment but now I have my own place so I adopted a cat from the shelter. We get along fine.

I wasn't affected by the biblical flood of 2013. There was flooding in north east Denver, all along the Platte river from Commerce City into Nebraska, and in Boulder, Longmont, Loveland, Fort Collins, Estes Park, and Lions. Those are all places where rivers and streams come down out of the mountains. Greeley got flooded by the Platte. The farmers along the streams and the Platte lost everything.

I am very fortunate to be alive, have my own home, am warm and dry, and have food on the table. This year was quite a year for me but it has still been a good year.

Sunday afternoon

The temperature got up to 55F (12.7C) and most of the ice has melted off the streets, so I took the motorcycle out for a spin. I got lunch at Big Mama's Burrito (72nd & Federal.) After lunch I road north a few blocks to the Pillar of Fire Castle on 83rd. The view of Longs Peak was stunning from the hill top.


Clyde has arrived (animated GIF, as is the cat on sidebar.)


Longs Peak from Westminster, Colorado.


Pillar of Fire Castle, Westminster, Colorado.

An afternoon of lakes

Arbor Lake.



Foot bridge at Lake Mary.

Waves on sea? No, Ice on Lake Mary.

Red tailed hawk at Rock Mountain Arsenal Wildlife Refuge.

Maxwell Van Nuys

Maxwell Van Nuys
December 18, 1915 - October 31, 2013
Maxwell Van Nuys, 97, a long-time resident of Denver, Colorado, died Thursday, October 31, 2013 at his home. Max was born December 18, 1915, in Rapid City, South Dakota, to Claude C. and Laura (Bower) Van Nuys. The family later moved to Cranford, New Jersey, where Maxwell spent most of his boyhood.

Max earned a degree in civil engineering from Bucknell College in Pennsylvania. He served in an Engineering battalion during WWII, crossing the English Channel a few weeks after the 1944 D-Day invasion. After the war he worked for the Tennessee Valley Authority, the State of South Dakota, and as a hospital inspector for the State of Colorado from 1960 until he retired.

Max had a passion for the history of the American West, especially concerning his beloved home of South Dakota. He spent many years researching the life of the Santee Sioux leader Inkpaduta, the presumed instigator of the Spirit Lake Massacre in northwestern Iowa in 1857. In 1998, he self-published Inkpaduto-The Scarlet Point: Terror of the Dakota Frontier and Secret Hero of the Sioux, later republished as Inkpaduta - Sitting Bull's Predecessor. He also compiled The Daring Venture for Custer's Gold, published by Johnson Printing in Boulder, Colorado. In addition, he preserved and provided the diary of his aunt, Alice Bower, and letters between her and newspaper publisher Joseph Gossage, and wrote a chapter on the history of the Rapid City Journal for the book Sunshine Always: The Courtship Letters of Alice Bower and Joseph Gossage of Dakota Territory, published by the South Dakota State Historical Society in 2006.

Max also convinced his mother, Laura Bower Van Nuys, to write what became The Family Band: From the Missouri to the Black Hills, 1881-1900. published by the University of Nebraska Press in 1961. This volume recounted the Bower family's migration to western South Dakota and the local fame enjoyed by Laura and six of her seven siblings in organizing a touring brass band. In 1968, Walt Disney bought the movie rights and released the musical "The One and Only, Genuine, Original Family Band." In 2009, Max was awarded recognition by the South Dakota State Historical Society for his life-long devotion to the history of South Dakota.

He is survived by his long-time friend, David Wang, of Denver, Colorado; his niece Laura Tonkyn and nephews James Van Nuys and Frank Van Nuys, and their families, all of Rapid City, South Dakota.

A memorial service was held at the First Unitarian Church of Denver on Thursday November 21, 2013. Inurnment will be at Mountain View Cemetery in Rapid City, South Dakota.

Max had requested that a recording of "The Pilgrims Song of Hope" (Batiste) be played at his memorial. The recording had been played at his mothers funeral and at his aunts funeral. They had the original 78rpm phonograph at the service. I found a YouTube recording of the music; I'm sure it's the same recording as the 78.


Note that the sign "Whole Soul" is attached to the lectern behind Max's photo, but Max was a non-theist and didn't believe in life after death.

Also see the related blog post: "Max and the missing railroad."

 

I Will Never Forget

Matthew Shepard died 15 years ago today from injuries he suffered five days earlier during a brutal hate crime in Laramie Wyoming. I will NEVER forget !



 

Walking in circles

I completed the Cardiac Rehab program. It was mostly walking on a treadmill while they monitored my heart, pulse, and blood pressure. They also evaluated my eating habits and mental state at the beginning of the program and the end of the program. There was also instruction on nutrition and relaxation.

They recommend I get 30 minutes of continuous aerobic exercise 5 or 6 days a week. Walking works best for me. I may have to get a treadmill to get 30 minutes every day in the winter.

Today I got more than 30 minutes of walking. I walked to and around Arbor Lake, Arvada, Colorado. It is 0.7 miles to the lake and 1.2 miles around the lake. I walked 2.6 miles in 55 minutes; that's 2.8 miles/hour.

My route




Arbor Lake sunset
August 16, 2013.

My first and only time

The Sturgis Bike Rally was a big disappointment. I paid way too much money. There were a lot of bikes but the rally really doesn't have anything to do with motorcycles. The rally is all about drinking and looking at boobs.

I drank a lot when I was in high school and college. I don't do that now that I'm grown up. It's hard enough not to make an ass of myself without adding the affects of alcohol and drugs. Drinking responsibly is one thing but drinking yourself stupid is something else.

Though Sturgis was a disappointment the ride was not. The ride from Denver to Sturgis was great ! The Black Hills were magnificent ! Everything was green and lush - the prairies were even beautiful. We saw a lot of other motorcycles on the highway. We stopped at Orin junction (south of Douglas Wy.) for a picnic lunch, and took another break in Newcastle Wy.

We found a nice place to setup camp in the Buffalo Chip campground then got dinner at the amphitheater. I doubt the Buffalo Chip was 1/3 full when we arrived on Thursday but they were squeezing them in by Sunday. They don't admit RV's or trailers in after 7:30pm, but there continued to be a steady unbroken stream of motorcycles coming in for several more hours.

The concerts at the Buffalo Chip were a mixed bag; some sucked and some were good. Though loud, I liked Halestorm but ZZ Top bombed. You couldn't see the stage at all unless you elbowed your way to the front and even then they looked like match sticks. I don't understand why go to a live performance only to watch them on a big screen TV?

Saturday we made the obligatory trip down the main street of Sturgis. There were some cool bikes but most were stock or modified stock - only a few were out of the ordinary. Junk shops lined both sides of the street for four blocks each one selling exactly the same thing as all the others. I didn't encounter any vendors selling a new, unusual, or hard to find product. The leather goods on sale were very poor quality. I shopped for a new pair of gloves, but everywhere I went the gloves for sale wouldn't have lasted a month and I would have been out another $35.

Sunday I rode to Mount Rushmore, got my picture taken, then rode on to the Crazy Horse monument. They haven't made much progress on Crazy Horse in the last 20 years. The front of his face has been completed but you can only see it in profile. No progress on his arm or the horse. The art gallery and museum at the visitors center is free and worth the trip. I had a good lunch at the restaurant.

We broke camp on Monday morning. Those that had to work headed back to Denver while my riding buddy and I decided to tour the country side for a few days. We made a loop through Badlands National Park then took I-90 east as far as Mitchell SD. The colors and erosion features in the Badlands were pretty and interesting. I would like to see it during a sunrise and sunset.

The weather forecast and reports of flooding convinced us to cut our trip short. We stopped into the Corn Palace in Mitchell before heading south to Nebraska. We ate lunch along the Missouri river in Niobrara State Park, Nebraska.

We ate dinner in Mullen NB. before continuing west on highway 2. We got into a blinding rain after sunset only 15 miles east of Alliance NE. It rained buckets and a little bit of pea sized hail. We had to pull off and wait it out. Fortunately it didn't last very long, but we sure got wet.

All of the motels in Alliance were full so we had to ride another 58 miles to Scottsbluff NE. to get a room for the night. It was after 11pm when we got a room.

We pulled out of Scottsbluff about 10:30am and rode south to Fort Morgan CO. We had a very good lunch at Chef's DA Chinese Restaurant, 209 Main Street in Fort Morgan. It was about 2:30pm when I got back to the house. It was 1,652 miles round trip.

Sturgis was an obscene waste of time and money, but the landscape scenery and the time riding was fair compensation.