Check out the smiling dragonfly.

This winged orange critter took roost nearby to me yesterday. It appears to be smiling.
Dragonfly
I searched Dragonfly Symbolism on Google, and got 377,000 hits.
Dragonfly
This one’s appropriate:

Living fossils, dragonflies are part of the most ancient group of insects on this planet. They were soaring through the air and lived on earth for a staggering three hundred million years. Compared to humans, they are very old indeed. We have only been around for about 2 million years. Insects were the first creatures in the world to fly. Dragonflies were flying in steamy prehistoric forest long before the dinosaurs appeared. We know about these ancient dragonflies through fossils. Back then, dragonflies were much larger and had wingspans of 80 cm (31.5 inches) and were the largest insects known. Today, dragonflies are smaller, with wingspans up to 14 cm (5.5 in).

Over the centuries, people thought about dragonflies in many ways. In ancient times, Japanese farmers believed the dragonfly was the spirit of the rice plant. Dragonflies were a welcome sign of a good rice harvest. Dragonflies were also believed to bring good luck in battle. About 1600 years ago, the dragonfly was the symbol of a great Japanese warrior clan. The dragonfly later became one of the emblems of the emperor. An old name for Japan – Akitsu-shimu – means Dragonfly Island. The dragonfly is praised in many Japanese poems and songs.

The Mimbres people of the American southwest painted the dragonfly on ceremonial pottery as a symbol of life.

The Zuni tell an ancient story of a magic dragonfly made from corn and straw. It came to life in a time of drought and famine, became a messenger to the gods, and helped save the people. But not everyone has liked dragonflies.

In Great Britain, they were once considered evil and dangerous. Because people saw them darting at horses, the dragonflies were called “horse-stingers.” They didn’t realize the dragonflies were snatching horseflies, the real “horse-stingers.”

Written by Amanda D., Lindsay T., Chelsea E. and Ben R. & compiled by the Twin Groves Virtual Wetlands Preserve Team.

Best wishes for the future (smile)

A tale of two empires.

I’m not a doomer. Well, not exactly. But I occasionally read some of the doomer stuff, and one of the more interesting authors I have come across online is Dimitry Orlov. He was a citizen of both the US and the former Soviet Union during the period of the old USSR’s collapse, and traveled between the two. He has a really unique perspective. He sees parallels between our two empires that citizens of only the US might not have considered. In his opinion, we have much more in common with the old Soviet Union than we usually think. And because of our relative wealth, a greater distance to fall….

Anyway this video goes on for quite a while, but I found it worth a watch. Dimitry has that dry Russian style that can be so endearing and so disturbing all at once. His ideas are quite thought provoking. Whether or not you agree with his conclusions, you can learn from his experience. It’s hosted by Stewart Brand, who is a very interesting character himself. If you have the time, take a look:

Baby Black Phoebe has no safety net

We hope you join us today, and pause to remember those who sacrificed all for freedom.

We remember those who sacrificed all

I have a shot of a fledgling Black Phoebe from the nest under my shed’s eave.
Baby bird
The baby’s parents work all day, from sunup to sundown. They have no Social Security, or insurance, or police. No bailouts or or safety nets of any kind. Underneath the nest, neighborhood cats wander by and pretend to be casual. It’s a poignant lesson in self-reliance and family.
Baby bird
Baby bird parent
Baby bird parent
Baby bird parent
Baby bird parent flies
Baby bird parent flies
Baby bird parent flies
Cheshire cat

A lifetime in 42 seconds

Be sure to let this ‘buffer’ some before watching. Hit play, then pause for a bit.

Last Day Dream from Chris Milk on Vimeo.

It’s a brilliant work of film maker art. I celebrate the artist, Chris Milk. Kudos, sir.

Seeing it for the first time yesterday, it has proven almost too poignant for words. The recent death of Adam Martinez has been in my thoughts.

I knew Adam. Last year I showed him some homes, and helped him write an offer on one in east Redding. It was an unsuccessful bid, and he lost the house to another person. We learned later the winning offer had actually been for less money than Adam’s offer. Adam was very disappointed, and we drifted apart. You write a lot of home purchase offers as an agent, and sometimes they are unsuccessful. There can be any number of reasons. Some fail inexplicably, and others for reasons that become clear only in hindsight. Some lost transactions you forget and move on, but this particular offer has played over and over in my head since then, with a great many what-ifs. Now probably more so.

Erin was acquainted with the young man that struck Adam at the nightclub. A single blow to the head. We see where it’s being investigated as a homicide now. All in a very short instant….a moment that effectively shattered two young lives.

May God bless you Adam. My most heartfelt condolences to your family and friends.

Breakfast with the Brewers, and 10,000 of their closest friends

Pancake Breakfast
It’s always nice to be a big name-dropper on your blog. Today I crashed the Brewer’s place for breakfast. They had like 10,000 guests.

Pancake Breakfast

Notice how pleased Steve is to see me and my camera? Hi Steve! Whatcha havin? (BTW Steve’s thinking of using me in one of his books…crime novels need victims, you know)
Pancake Breakfast

Kelly took some shots too. There were a lot of people there. Hi everyone! Welcome to Redding. Let’s eat!
Pancake Breakfast
Erin’s got a plateful.
Pancake Breakfast
These are some hard working cowboys. All for charity. Our thanks go to everyone involved.
Pancake Breakfast
This kid was really cute.
Pancake Breakfast
A tip of the hat to this longtime Redding tradition. The Asphalt Cowboy’s Pancake Breakfast. A true Redding original. See you again next year!
Pancake Breakfast

I heard you! Shame on you for saying that. No, I did not find my cowboy hat in a dumpster.

More inevitable cat photos

Butch, the neighbor’s cat wandered by our backyard BBQ for Mother’s Day.
Butch the cat
The key to hunting is to look relaxed.
Butch the cat
When he spots something, he hits them with the ol’ hypnotic eye.
Butch the cat

Butch the cat!

Butch the cat
Hope you had a most excellent Mother’s Day.