I came across this sign consisting of stacked rocks along the roadside on my way up to Alpine Lake this morning. The sky was very dramatic as it was deciding where and when it was going to rain.
The grid work of canals criss crossing the Central Valley provide water for all of the agriculture located here. They take a myriad of shapes and configurations. This segment is accompanied by high tension power lines on either side, like an electric fence that contains creatures that are 100 ft. tall.
This arched structure of gleaming white material offered stark contrast in brightness and form against the brilliant blue Central Valley mid-day sky. I met the Manager (great people) of this hulling and shelling company and may get the opportunity to have an inside view of his operations.
This Cavaleiro had a unique style where he would charge the bull head on. You can see the dust that this bull is kicking up as he prepares to charge the Cavaleiro and his horse. (over 500 pictures can be seen here)
These are bloodless bullfights (also known as Portuguese tourada, corrida de touros or tauromaquia). Here you see the Cavaleiro using a banderilla, a long spear, with tassles or some kind of a decoration around it, to stab the velcro pad affixed to the bull's shoulders, instead off actually stabbing the bull.
The bulls wear a hard leather sheath over their horns, however, the horses have to possess considerable bravery to endure the periodic strikes from the bulls.
It is not all glamour and glory though. The finale of each bullfight happens when the Forcados essentially tackle the weary bull. In this case, the 1,400 pound bull tackled them instead.
This Matador was more mature than the other of the Portuguese bullfighters and also was more seasoned, and confident. Doesn't he look spectacular here?
These silos look as though they are bound im some form of intricate japanese rope bondage or perhaps they are wearing an industrual grade corset. In any case, it is both peculiar and provocative in a strange sort of way.
The residue on this tank created a wild, fractal looking pattern on the side of the this tank as it etched away the paint and left a crystalline residue in it's place.
These Silos were huge and ominous; enshrouded in the low frequency yet penetrating hum of a commercial facility that is quiesced for the Memorial Day weekend. It was eerie to be here because if felt as though it was put into idle mode, and then abandoned.
The Altamont Pass has a lot of intrigue for me. The weather between the coast and the valley has a lot of interaction on the ridge of this small coastal range, which makes for a very dynamic sky. Furthermore, the power generating windmills located here are always fascinating to me.
Professional and creative, I work very hard and need a counter balance to my work, which I find through numerous creative pursuits. These include: music, photography, woodworking and also outdoors activities like kayaking, hiking and motorcycling.