<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:41:27.761-07:00</updated><category term='Thanksgiving Week'/><title type='text'>C.B.'s Notebook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5433037180572719764</id><published>2010-01-28T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:20:31.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/S2IpjZKfZWI/AAAAAAAAALU/DyKbw0mBbE0/s1600-h/P1020646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/S2IpjZKfZWI/AAAAAAAAALU/DyKbw0mBbE0/s400/P1020646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431949788589286754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5433037180572719764?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5433037180572719764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5433037180572719764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5433037180572719764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5433037180572719764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2010/01/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/S2IpjZKfZWI/AAAAAAAAALU/DyKbw0mBbE0/s72-c/P1020646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5774960247753805229</id><published>2009-03-30T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:23:00.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange "Cocoon"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScqZD90pYoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WdUwyK2DHTU/s1600-h/P1010497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScqZD90pYoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WdUwyK2DHTU/s400/P1010497.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317230603478327938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago we found this "pod" in our garden, I don't know what else to call it.  We found it the morning after we saw the bright "shooting star".&lt;div&gt;Today, Ann and I poked it with a stick and it wiggled; we then heard an odd humming noise as if a large swarm of bees was passing overhead (No one is going to believe this, they'll start to doubt everything I've said).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ann has seemed a little quiet lately and I have a feeling this "larvae" is somehow involved.  If this is my last posting it is because of that..."thing", whatever it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5774960247753805229?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5774960247753805229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5774960247753805229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5774960247753805229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5774960247753805229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-cocoon.html' title='Strange &quot;Cocoon&quot;!'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScqZD90pYoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WdUwyK2DHTU/s72-c/P1010497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-913820121399833541</id><published>2009-03-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:00:17.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire at Las Palmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sc55IfjCqdI/AAAAAAAAALM/IhdSxOTEosU/s1600-h/P1010599_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sc55IfjCqdI/AAAAAAAAALM/IhdSxOTEosU/s400/P1010599_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318321396785523154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sc55AxQQqTI/AAAAAAAAALE/JZggIHyDKGs/s1600-h/P1010623_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sc55AxQQqTI/AAAAAAAAALE/JZggIHyDKGs/s400/P1010623_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318321264099633458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On Thursday there was a big fire at one of our favorite beaches, Las Palmas, sweeping through the tall grass and palm trees that are in that canyon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It isn't known how the fire started; everything is very dry here and it is easy to imagine how a blaze could get out of control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is a history of fire among those palm groves as is evident by the blackened trunks, and it is unclear how regular fire is or if fire is used to keep underbrush  cleared out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The grass will all grow back and the palms are charred but still green on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This punctuated the end of a week for me in which two good people died, my dear old uncle, Bill Brant, and an old friend I've known since my college days, Zeb Stewart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-913820121399833541?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/913820121399833541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=913820121399833541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/913820121399833541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/913820121399833541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire-at-las-palmas.html' title='Fire at Las Palmas'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sc55IfjCqdI/AAAAAAAAALM/IhdSxOTEosU/s72-c/P1010599_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-359313956345435066</id><published>2009-03-24T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:59:14.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Vende</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScqOAjlXXCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WeMzajAqneA/s1600-h/P1010496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScqOAjlXXCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WeMzajAqneA/s400/P1010496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317218450267397154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScqNu-EdtpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SmOErZ97m68/s1600-h/P1010495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScqNu-EdtpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SmOErZ97m68/s400/P1010495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317218148139513490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--All of the Todos Santos area, and especially the area near the beach or with a view of the ocean, is divided up into lots.   Everything is for sale, and if already sold, then sprouting a dwelling of some kind, some still in the cement block and rebar stage.  The houses here vary in size and tastefulness, but since there doesn't seem to be any effective form of zoning, there are all manners of eyesores to offend your sensibilities (and also some great houses with beautiful gardens that will have you reaching for your checkbook). My pet peeves are building too close to the beach (where the dunes actually begin is disputable) and  tall houses, which I think people want so they can see farther, but end up looking conspicuous and disrespectful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--Furthermore, most of the desert lots on the hill (where we are) were bulldozed at the time all the dividing took place, presumably to allure potential buyers (already cleared!), causing all kinds of erosion and destruction of the landscape.   If you drive north past the area of development you can see how beautiful the desert is without houses and all it's vegetation intact.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--The Mexicans here seem happy about getting some money for their land, but I'm afraid much of the land was sold at giveaway prices (later resold at a profit by crafty gringos) and that the beauty that makes this a great place may be slowly replaced by a dusty, bumpy version of a San Diego suburb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--Except for a week in February, Ann and I have not caught the "shopping for a lot" bug.  Land and homes are not much cheaper, if at all, than the U.S., and though it is very nice here, one of the things that we find enjoyable is freedom from any worries and hassles that come from home ownership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-359313956345435066?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/359313956345435066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=359313956345435066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/359313956345435066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/359313956345435066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-vende.html' title='Se Vende'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScqOAjlXXCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WeMzajAqneA/s72-c/P1010496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5158270563089447875</id><published>2009-03-23T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:08:58.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos Santos Turtles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScfKG9F-DOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/75YdLSk7sTU/s1600-h/P1010077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScfKG9F-DOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/75YdLSk7sTU/s400/P1010077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316440105961786594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScfKGEx76WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HfGbdyI4Q0c/s1600-h/P1000705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScfKGEx76WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/HfGbdyI4Q0c/s400/P1000705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316440090845374818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ori at Olive Ridley release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Baby Leatherback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;--As many know, Ann has been involved with the turtle projects here in Todos Santos.  She has helped the group Todos Tortugas with fundraising by publishing an informative brochure to be handed out at turtle releases.  Also she has taken many shifts keeping post at the invernadero (greenhouse), and by helping to collect eggs from nesting turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--The group is patrolling 36km of beach every night on a 4 wheeler  looking for turtle nests (Olive Ridley or Leatherback).  If a nest is found, the eggs are dug out and reburied in the sand inside a greenhouse on the beach north of town.  The sand is too cold for turtle eggs to incubate in the winter, and the greenhouse keeps the sand nice and warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--This year was a milestone for the the group.  Not only did they save many Olive Ridley eggs (endangered, but a relatively common turtle), they also rescued eggs from 4 different Leatherbacks (critically endangered), 12 nests for a total of almost a thousand eggs, many of which have already hatched and been released.  Statistically, one hatchling in a thousand survive to make it back in 15 to 20 years to nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--The Leatherback, and all sea turtles, have a lot going against them in their struggle to maintain a viable population (fishing practices: nets and longlines, eating plastic garbage, beach habitat degradation) and the efforts these people have made is a small but significant step in the right direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--The sea turtle (especially the Leatherback) is an ancient and strange creature, bridging our world with the time of the dinosaurs.  Whether it is instinct or wisdom, they operate with a hundred million years of evolutionary experience, and though we may have leapfrogged past them in some regards (internet, cell phones), there is something basic and steadfast about them that is humbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--Click on the link up on my "links of note" section, or go to todostortugueros.org to learn more about the group and the turtles.   These people are all volunteers and operate on a shoestring budget so it would be very helpful to them to make a donation; what is your money for if not to try to do something good in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5158270563089447875?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5158270563089447875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5158270563089447875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5158270563089447875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5158270563089447875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/todos-santos-turtles.html' title='Todos Santos Turtles'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScfKG9F-DOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/75YdLSk7sTU/s72-c/P1010077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-4735796920380562115</id><published>2009-03-21T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:08:14.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing Touches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScVUQj3y1LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_Q5M2IjfCsY/s1600-h/P1010402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScVUQj3y1LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_Q5M2IjfCsY/s400/P1010402.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315747578664637618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--I've been busy putting all the final glimmers on lichens and getting the expressions of the sparrows in the branches just so (puzzled, surprised, maybe completely oblivious,each one different), and the light, I want to make sure the angles from the setting sun are all correct and working their hardest to create the mood I want in order to express all my feelings (not to mention my ideas) about what it's like to grow up in this (that) country, the excitement, the confusion, the dreams, the disillusionment.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-4735796920380562115?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/4735796920380562115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=4735796920380562115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/4735796920380562115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/4735796920380562115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/finishing-touches.html' title='Finishing Touches'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScVUQj3y1LI/AAAAAAAAAKM/_Q5M2IjfCsY/s72-c/P1010402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5376006522338677534</id><published>2009-03-21T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:44:42.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch a Wave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScVOPwOlIrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E681QNNjwOI/s1600-h/P1010428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScVOPwOlIrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E681QNNjwOI/s400/P1010428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315740967731798706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Ann has been taking surfing lessons from Mario at Cerritos Beach.  She has been doing great since she decided to be a goofy footer (right foot forward). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Mario is a very good teacher and thinks Ann is almost ready to start going out on her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Ori and I are happy remaining on shore to provide moral support, towels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Note shorty wetsuit: the water temperature has gone down recently as some Northern Pacific current has come in, typical for this time of year.  Perhaps coincidentally, the whales are all gone now, migrating back to Alaska.  It's a little lonely here without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5376006522338677534?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5376006522338677534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5376006522338677534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5376006522338677534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5376006522338677534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/catch-wave_21.html' title='Catch a Wave!'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScVOPwOlIrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E681QNNjwOI/s72-c/P1010428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-1459516785699895146</id><published>2009-03-19T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:21:12.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelican Mystery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScFnln2aK2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/XIk97pWQ2gQ/s1600-h/Pelicansdusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScFnln2aK2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/XIk97pWQ2gQ/s400/Pelicansdusk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314642931323906914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There is a distressing mystery that has been bothering us ever since we arrived in Todos Santos.  A visit to the beach always involves the sight of dead or dying pelicans.  Reports of hundreds of dead pelicans near the lagoon sent a buzz through the community: what was going on with the pelicans?!  Nobody knows for sure what is causing this problem, but there are a few theories floating out there.   Here are a few that I have heard:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--Fishermen catch them and break their necks when they come around the boats because they are competing for the same fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--It is juveniles who are dying because they are inexperienced and dive into water that is too shallow and break their necks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;--Cold weather earlier this year in Washington and Oregon (do the pelicans here migrate from up there?) caused frostbite on their feet and bills, weakening their resistance to disease, impairing their ability to catch food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-1459516785699895146?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/1459516785699895146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=1459516785699895146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/1459516785699895146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/1459516785699895146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/pelican-mystery.html' title='Pelican Mystery!'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScFnln2aK2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/XIk97pWQ2gQ/s72-c/Pelicansdusk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-9192173373538112723</id><published>2009-03-18T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:09:07.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Polly Pockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScFwylVY3_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/J6oGxJkwI_8/s1600-h/P1010415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScFwylVY3_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/J6oGxJkwI_8/s400/P1010415.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314653049591488498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScFwbNGJzfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vOAkag2ZQtw/s1600-h/P1010417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScFwbNGJzfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/vOAkag2ZQtw/s400/P1010417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314652647948144114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScFwNGFLSOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zHLVEC3-_CQ/s1600-h/P1010416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ScFwNGFLSOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zHLVEC3-_CQ/s400/P1010416.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314652405546830050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've been making brush and ink drawings of Ori's Polly Pocket girls as another of my side projects.  They have good hand gestures and slightly oversized heads.  I can imagine groups of girls meeting and gossiping, sometimes in a little environment (trees).  What are they talking about?  Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-9192173373538112723?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/9192173373538112723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=9192173373538112723' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-2144761894235787664</id><published>2009-03-16T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:29:05.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Millions of People Happy?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sb7OugY2pWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4z3tvm4xZ58/s1600-h/P1010133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sb7OugY2pWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4z3tvm4xZ58/s400/P1010133.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313911908707247458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"You've got talent kid!  You get your tongue fixed... and you can make millions of people happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Ori's request, The Muppet Movie has been viewed in our house enough times in the past couple of months that all of that movie's charm, wit, silliness, and muppet wisdom has begun to soak into my skin.  If Kermit the Frog can have the belief in his own talents necessary to get out of that swamp and travel across the country with a bear (and others) and make the big time in Hollywood, then maybe I can do it too.  This thought process is the result of the kind of softening effects being in Mexico for a few months can have on your judgement, your reasoning faculties.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In any event, I've taken pencil to paper and finally started work on that  screenplay I've always meant to write.  When I'm finished with it I'll take it to World Wide Studios and they will prepare the standard rich and famous contract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-2144761894235787664?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/2144761894235787664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=2144761894235787664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/2144761894235787664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/2144761894235787664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/millions-of-people-happy.html' title='Millions of People Happy?!'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sb7OugY2pWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4z3tvm4xZ58/s72-c/P1010133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-7151726058453490054</id><published>2009-03-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:07:03.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Believe This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sb7IyHiEFUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8sadK18VNNs/s1600-h/P1010421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sb7IyHiEFUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8sadK18VNNs/s320/P1010421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313905373684700482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;One evening a few weeks ago while Barbequeing, a spark flew up and burned a small hole in my shirt (top photo).  About a week later, I was out at the beach and realized the pen in the pocket of my favorite shirt (Ben Sherman) had leaked!   Despite the efforts from the folks at Neptuno Laundry, a spot still remains, and a faint bluish stain as well (bottom photo).  The strange thing is both shirts are pink, checked, and both damages occurred in almost the same place, in the lower left corner of the pocket.  Coincidence?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/youll-never-believe-this.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Believe This!'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sb7IyHiEFUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8sadK18VNNs/s72-c/P1010421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-6711789084442243257</id><published>2009-03-13T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:39:11.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sierra de la Laguna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Sierra de la Laguna mountain range provides a jagged mountain backdrop to the town of Todos Santos, but most visitors and residents never explore this region due to its ruggedness and inaccessibility.  The natural history of this range is fascinating, separated from mainland Mexico millions of years ago as the San Andreas fault began shifting, many creatures were stranded on a veritable ecological island.  The mountains have a wetter, cooler climate than the surrounding desert, adding to the diversity and unusualness of the plants and animals living there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sbv5Dlysr3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9GCRyvweRhs/s320/P1010232%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313114025493311346" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Here our hosts Cuco and Pilar get directions from Felix before we set out.  Felix told us the trail was easy to follow (maybe for him).  Cuco and Pilar both hiked in sandals made from old tires that Cuco makes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Sierra de la Laguna range extends south almost to Cabo San Lucas (50 miles?), we hiked into the northern region, which at 6500 feet forms a plateau 2 miles wide and 6 miles long and contains the 2 mile long meadow (laguna) for which the whole region is named.  The meadow is surrounded by forests of pine, oaks (one species with only 20 trees), palms, palmitas, cacti, madrone (firewood of choice), and many other trees we didn't know. It is also home to many interesting birds, many of which do not migrate and though not officially considered separate species, have evolved significant differences.  These include a Yellow Eyed Junco (Bairds), Acorn Woodpecker (with dark eyes), Oak TItmouse, Nuthatch (didn't see), San Lucas Robin (like ours but light buffy breast), Band Tailed Pigeon.  Other birds are wintering there including many warblers (Black Throated Gray, Hermit, Townsends,Wilson's...), Vireos.  There are also some birds whose status I don't know, they may go up and down the mountain depending on available resources: Xantus Hummingbird, Scotts Oriole, Western Tanager, Black Headed Grosbeak, Prairie Falcon, Blue-Gray Gnatcatcher, Spotted and California Towhee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbwCYWHgmLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0LWIERN8YZE/s320/P1010316%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313124277667535026" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;A view of the variety of vegetation on top of the plateau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The terrain up the mountain is rugged, steep, and thick with thorny vegetation.  A guide is necessary for such an expedition, for trails are unmarked and criss-crossed with cow paths, causing utter confusion.  Our guide was Cuco Moiron, a local artist, knowledgeable about flora and fauna and all things pertaining to the Sierra de la Laguna, speaker of English.  He and his wife, Pilar Ojeda, speaker of a little English, planned the trip, supplied all the camping gear, and saw to the hundreds of tiny details that go into such an expedition.  Horses (two) were needed to carry the gear and supplies, and naturally a horseman was necessary to pack and lead the horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sbv5ELtVCQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AqBQ9vgwy4k/s320/P1010290%5B8%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313114035671337218" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Felix with his two horses, Bouganvillo, and Manchato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our ranchero horseman, Felix Salvatierra, was a tall elegant man, both rustic and suave.  Though he spoke no English, he delivered his Spanish with a big smile, and I perceived an ironic sense of humor (when asked whether he does much cooking at home he said "Oh, yes, guests leave my table licking their fingers").  With a rifle slung over his shoulder and the horse rope coiled loosely in his hand, he walked up the steepest mountain trail like he was strolling through a garden.  We never once saw him perspire or take a drink of water, even when everyone else was huffing and puffing to catch up.  It was decided after we set out (for several reasons) that Felix would spend the whole time with us, rather than bringing the horses back down and coming back a few days later.  His camping gear consisted of a neatly folded bandana in his back pocket, and his rifle.  He borrowed a sleeping bag from Cuco (Pilar and Cuco shared one) and stretched out next to the fire.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sbv5EEWUKSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/U2SONcmPcMw/s320/P1010274%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313114033695762722" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;On the hike up we stopped at a stream crossing to swim in some deep pools.  It was here that Cuco suddenly motioned to Felix to come quickly with his gun: two wild pigs (feral) were taking a drink below us.  Felix came excitedly over and took aim and fired, but missed.  The pigs quickly trotted off, no pork tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Even with a guide, many times we had to bushwack and backtrack, searching for the right trail.  Felix had no such trouble, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;was too rapido for anyone to follow closely.  He also had an uncanny ability to know (good ears) when we had stopped to take a break.  "Get up you lazy __ __, I'm hungry!!" he would shout from the trail high above us as soon as we sat down under a tree.  Cuco would shout back some equally friendly obscenities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pilar provided delicious and interesting meals for the trip, all of which were expertly cooked over a fire.  The way she reached into the fire to toast tortillas, and balanced pots and pans on rocks was amazing to us.  Many things were cooked by placing them directly in coals: heads of garlic, onions, potatoes.  Breakfasts were large and surprising for their variety.  One morning oatmeal was served but also dried (reconstituted) Manta Ray burritos with tomatillo salsa.  When Pilar was cooking you never knew what would happen next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbwCY0qI9qI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ozxrTMgERqM/s320/P1010323%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313124285865850530" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;Five star cowboy camping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbwCY0pXkiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8jw5hU7wiig/s320/P1010386%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313124285862613538" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;One evening Felix brought a branch of some tree into camp and we made a delicious cherry flavored tea by boiling the leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Climbing up to the mountain meadow took a day and a half of hiking, we spent two full days up there exploring, and one full day to walk all the way back down.  The entire trip was four nights and four and a half days.  One day on the mountain we climbed the high peak there, Picacho (peak). From that point we could see forever in every direction and watched ravens circling around the steep cliffs, Xantus Hummingbirds were also there.  Our other day at La Laguna was spent exploring a creek which wound its way through high granite boulders.  Hanging ferns and cacti, madrones, and palm trees made a picturesque and unusual combination of colors and textures.  We saw many birds in this canyon including Canyon Wren, Broad Winged Hawk, warblers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sbv5ETN8WSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0JAViaEHQ7M/s320/P1010309%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313114037687179554" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;Cuco with the endemic Sotol.  Pilar roasted the flowers over the fire and we ate them for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Even with three people and two horses helping us, the trip was not without challenges.  The trail was mostly steep ups and downs, exposed to hot sun, and the nights up there were a little cold for our thin sleeping bags. The lack of camping pads was a mite too cowboy for us soft gringos (me anyway).  All in all it was a fantastic trip with interesting people to a beautiful part of the Cape Region of Baja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbwCZHCbsxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/v2C4C5cx844/s320/P1010398%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313124290799579922" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;We made it back!  See Picacho in the distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-6711789084442243257?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6711789084442243257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=6711789084442243257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/6711789084442243257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/6711789084442243257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/sierra-de-la-laguna.html' title='Sierra de la Laguna'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sbv5Dlysr3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9GCRyvweRhs/s72-c/P1010232%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-77838886080965756</id><published>2009-03-06T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:16:36.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbFkA5gRn8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/xKZ6z1p0Aho/s1600-h/P1010184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbFkA5gRn8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/xKZ6z1p0Aho/s320/P1010184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310135402245496770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I finished a series of paintings (10) on 8x10 inch prestretched jobs of the sunset view from our driveway.  My goal was to be fairly objective, and not borrow too much from other areas of the sky.  All maintain a similar format, small dark horizon at the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Each session only lasted  about 20 minutes, the light changed so fast and darkness came quickly, mosquitos too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Felt the need for florescent paint or some enhancement of color and light.  I would mix up a bright orange then put it down and it would look a little dull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbFkAuzpQhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mCwgHrTY1Rw/s1600-h/P1010183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbFkAuzpQhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mCwgHrTY1Rw/s320/P1010183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310135399373947410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbFkAqD6tTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yx-R_VMNpmU/s1600-h/P1010182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbFkAqD6tTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/yx-R_VMNpmU/s320/P1010182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310135398100022578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-77838886080965756?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/77838886080965756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=77838886080965756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/77838886080965756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/77838886080965756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-sunsets.html' title='10 Sunsets'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SbFkA5gRn8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/xKZ6z1p0Aho/s72-c/P1010184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-6270312657255002824</id><published>2009-03-04T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:02:02.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa7BWFE9AhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9V8AZwneY3I/s1600-h/P1010132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa7BWFE9AhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9V8AZwneY3I/s320/P1010132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309393595780629010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Does anybody know what this fruit is?&lt;div&gt;--It looks like an avocado with spikes; this one fell out of a tree in our garden and split open so it must be ripe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Smells like lemon custard inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-6270312657255002824?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6270312657255002824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=6270312657255002824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/6270312657255002824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/6270312657255002824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/mystery-fruit.html' title='Mystery Fruit'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa7BWFE9AhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/9V8AZwneY3I/s72-c/P1010132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-2700899388761601604</id><published>2009-03-03T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:42:08.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Here is a sample of some of the more interesting creatures that we have in and around our house.  (not including birds, that's later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa6wFdbVttI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HT3hLoS7dcE/s1600-h/IMG_8913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa6wFdbVttI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HT3hLoS7dcE/s320/IMG_8913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309374618561525458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grasshoppers&lt;/span&gt;:  Ori is looking at one of these giant brown hoppers; once one jumped and went down Ann's shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa29H8bt_AI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vLCrKrlTUtU/s1600-h/P1000522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa29H8bt_AI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vLCrKrlTUtU/s320/P1000522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309107479918803970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Praying Mantis&lt;/span&gt;:  A strange and wonderful bug.  The way it turns it's head to look at you is eerie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa23Pyedt0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qSVzTn1Errk/s1600-h/P1010146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa23Pyedt0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qSVzTn1Errk/s320/P1010146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309101017615152962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Centipedes&lt;/span&gt;:  This one gives me the creeps, fast and ugly.  Our "caretaker" claims that this one will bite you and not let go (unreliable witness).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crickets&lt;/span&gt;:  Big and black, one bit me when I naively picked it up with bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scorpions&lt;/span&gt;:  We've found 6 or 7 so far of these little brown devils (the most poisonous kind), crawling on the floor, up on the wall, under towels, under Ori's bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy Longlegs&lt;/span&gt;:  Where do they come from?  Often there is one trying to get out of the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ants&lt;/span&gt;:  Tiny and ubiquitous, these little fellas are everywhere! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geckos&lt;/span&gt;:  Make a chirping noise at night.  They start out small and extremely fragile, when large leave mouse-like poops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stick Bugs&lt;/span&gt;:  Brown and sticky.&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa614jb6IQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VdnRpt99JDg/s320/P1000683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309380993905991938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterflies&lt;/span&gt;:  Often one or two fluttering around.  My favorites are the large chartreuse one and the brown one with a pink spot on each wing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mosquitos&lt;/span&gt;:  Come out at dusk, fast,  hard to catch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iguanas&lt;/span&gt;:  There are a few, one a couple feet long, of the brown desert variety, that are usually on the roof sunning.  Sometimes you can hear them scuffling up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiders&lt;/span&gt;:  Oh, yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moths&lt;/span&gt;:  Some big brown ones, they seem to be attracted to the lights at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a couple bugs we've been warned about, their actual existence and dangerousness is not known.  One called the Deer-killer, Camel Spider, Assassin bug, or in Spanish, Matevenados,  looks like a Potato bug with pincers, can move incredibly fast (will charge you), but I'm pretty sure it isn't poisonous, and the threat is exaggerated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-2700899388761601604?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/2700899388761601604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=2700899388761601604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/2700899388761601604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/2700899388761601604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/critters.html' title='Critters'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa6wFdbVttI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HT3hLoS7dcE/s72-c/IMG_8913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-8786167428442647689</id><published>2009-03-03T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:32:41.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leviathans of the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa29YuAo4MI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MhfJisFu7zg/s1600-h/P1000938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa29YuAo4MI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MhfJisFu7zg/s320/P1000938.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309107768104902850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--All along the coast here Grey Whales can be seen swimming very close to shore, sometimes several at once, bobbing their backs out of the water and spouting.  It is rare to go to the beach and not see at least one whale.  Once in awhile one will poke it's nose up in the air as if to get a better look around.  Are they looking at us?  "Hello whale!"&lt;div&gt;--See two whales just beyond the waves in this unbelievable photograph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Another mystery is whether one could listen to the whales if you were out swimming with them, reports differ on this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Soon, probably now, the pregnant females will be giving birth in lagoons north of here, their meanderings father south and into the Sea of Cortez are extra swimming (just males and juveniles?).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Mating occurs at this time too (gestation is one year).  One male holds the female up while another male gets it on.  We haven't seen this but there are explicit postcards in the bookstore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Farther out, almost to the horizon, the larger Humpback Whales can occasionally be seen leaping high out of the water, over and over, coming down with great splashes.  There are many theories about this breaching behavior: removal of barnacles, exercising of flippers, just for fun...nobody knows.  Binoculars help with this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-8786167428442647689?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/8786167428442647689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=8786167428442647689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/8786167428442647689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/8786167428442647689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/03/leviathans-of-sea.html' title='Leviathans of the Sea'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/Sa29YuAo4MI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MhfJisFu7zg/s72-c/P1000938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-7595562820703605567</id><published>2009-02-28T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:42:20.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Lifeguard on Duty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SalbErZyWWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Kdsw-fa6RHc/s1600-h/P1000658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SalbErZyWWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Kdsw-fa6RHc/s320/P1000658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307873771761326434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--We are on the Pacific Ocean side of the Baja peninsula just at the Tropic of Cancer, 23 1/2 degrees north latitude.  The water here is warm enough for swimming but dangerous except for one or two places.  The surf is rough and there is a rip tide.   In some places the beaches are steep and the waves crash right on the sand.  Ann's brother, J, and I went out at Las Palmas on a fairly calm day (see photo, Ann took this thinking this is the last she would see of us), and we got out a little ways we realized the waves were big and crashing right in front of us, pummeling us with white water.   We were glad to make it back to shore.  A couple of weeks later a man drowned at that same beach, he was pulled out past where the waves were breaking and couldn't get back in, the rip tide then pulled him over onto the rocks.&lt;div&gt;--There is a 6 mile or so stretch of beach between La Poza in Todos Santos and the surfer beach La Pastora where we go running or to watch the sunset/whales, and sometimes the water is very cam and inviting.  Some of the locals call this "killer Beach" so we have resisted the temptation to go in.  A year ago a long time resident and strong swimmer  drowned while swimming along this beach.  It would be interesting to see statistics on drownings in this area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--There is one beach with a point break, Cerritos, which is good for surfing and swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Ann wants to go swimming with the whales when they come close to shore and has the idea of tying a rope to her waist, and I would be holding the end of the rope back on shore, so that if she drowns at least we would be able to recover her body!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-7595562820703605567?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/7595562820703605567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=7595562820703605567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/7595562820703605567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/7595562820703605567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-lifeguard-on-duty.html' title='No Lifeguard on Duty!'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SalbErZyWWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Kdsw-fa6RHc/s72-c/P1000658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5391921074901702767</id><published>2009-02-26T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T08:16:34.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey and Spiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SagT1vMdC-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/3idVNISHxek/s320/P1010115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307513974778825698" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SagaEW8scNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zSdeAWHjEeQ/s1600-h/BigSpider.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SagZoaIU2tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ihp6qURrCSE/s1600-h/BigSpider.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--This Locally produced honey ("where are the bees?","In the mountains") is sold at various mini-supers around town.  It comes in a large unlabeled plastic jar and is the color of reddish mahogany.  Ann thinks it has molasses or something added to it (she's not a fan), because it has a strong flavor and the consistency is runnier than regular honey.  It costs about 4 dollars for a quart sized jar, which seems pretty cheap, so maybe it is thinned with something cheap.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SaggAK7OsnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9VmmhUUUoC0/s320/BigSpider.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307527348161000050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Last night we had the BIGGEST spider either of us had ever seen (outside of a pet store or zoo), in our kitchen!   Ann let out a hearty scream.  We agree that it was 4 inches toe to toe. You can see it's eyes reflecting in the flash.   Catching it was out of the question.  Not knowing what kind of spider it was, we decided it couldn't live with us in the kitchen.  Poison in the form of a can of Raid was the weapon of choice; it was too big to hit with something or step on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave it a good shot of Raid and it ran!  It scurried like a mouse behind the microwave then across the counter and I sprayed again, determined to make a quick end to it. I inadvertently sprayed the honey jar too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After more scurrying and more spraying the beast was done in, but unfortunately so was the honey, all covered with oily poison.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The experience left us sad for the spider and what we did.  Looking at pictures of spiders later, it is hard to tell that it wasn't a brown recluse, though I don't know if they get that big.  That spider's bite causes a flesh melting wound and is especially serious for small children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will devote a future post to the critters we live with here, but I would like to say that most of our bugs are escorted peacefully outside with a few exceptions:  scorpions, large and fast centipedes, and now  overly large and scary looking spiders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, on our way back from baby turtle release the other night we came across a fat 5 foot long rattlesnake in the road (no photo, it moved quickly into the brush).  Everyone was impressed and stayed in the car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5391921074901702767?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5391921074901702767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5391921074901702767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5391921074901702767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5391921074901702767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/honey-and-spiders.html' title='Honey and Spiders'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SagT1vMdC-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/3idVNISHxek/s72-c/P1010115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-6594073052571245996</id><published>2009-02-20T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:11:16.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SZ7dvHh0hfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2KrUnmQUG6Q/s1600-h/P1000889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SZ7dvHh0hfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2KrUnmQUG6Q/s320/P1000889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304921212633515506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Here we are at La Poza beach watching whales at sunset, a typical evening activity.&lt;div&gt;--We are starting the second half of our three month stay, and it seems like it has been a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-6594073052571245996?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6594073052571245996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=6594073052571245996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/6594073052571245996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/6594073052571245996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/02/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SZ7dvHh0hfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2KrUnmQUG6Q/s72-c/P1000889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-4524769415041229907</id><published>2009-01-29T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:16:10.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SYIOi-btq5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/bCwzV6Brgd0/s1600-h/deepwds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SYIOi-btq5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/bCwzV6Brgd0/s320/deepwds1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812105778703250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--This is a still in process, the final stages.  The first panel in my proposed 5 panel group of paintings.  In photographing and posting this picture I have been able to see some things I want to go back into and work on.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-4524769415041229907?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/4524769415041229907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=4524769415041229907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/4524769415041229907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/4524769415041229907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/deep-woods.html' title='Deep Woods'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SYIOi-btq5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/bCwzV6Brgd0/s72-c/deepwds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5130641451648209400</id><published>2009-01-20T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:55:03.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leatherback Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SXYadacU3EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K4gkRXok4jA/s1600-h/P1000357.ROBERTA.Adjusted1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SXYadacU3EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K4gkRXok4jA/s320/P1000357.ROBERTA.Adjusted1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293447504637254722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Ann woke up in the middle of the night to go see this big Leatherback turtle come up onto the beach and lay eggs.  There is a team here that digs up the eggs and keeps them warm by burying them in the sand under a greenhouse.  The eggs they laid back in November will be hatching soon.  I will make it there for the launching of those little turtles.&lt;div&gt;--Studio work has progressed slowly but it feels good.  I'm trying to keep everything unresolved as long as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5130641451648209400?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5130641451648209400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5130641451648209400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5130641451648209400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5130641451648209400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/leatherback-turtle.html' title='Leatherback Turtle'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SXYadacU3EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/K4gkRXok4jA/s72-c/P1000357.ROBERTA.Adjusted1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5237025420136748691</id><published>2009-01-08T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:51:25.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week Todos Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SWacTk8MZgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hQIwiDSmtcc/s1600-h/P1000255_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SWacTk8MZgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hQIwiDSmtcc/s320/P1000255_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289086672540820994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--We came upon  a release of turtle hatchlings, these are Olive Ridley Turtles, that are part of a turtle rescue program here.  They collected eggs and buried them in a safe spot (poachers) then when they are ready, they dig them up and release them into the ocean.  This is a newly hatched turtle in Ori's hand, still damp from the egg and covered with sand.  We were worried about being too rough with them, but when they go into the surf they get pummeled by big waves.&lt;div&gt;--Ann is excited because she volunteered to help collect Leatherback Turtle (extreemly endangered) eggs tonight when the adult turtles come up to lay eggs, though it sounds like it means staying up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Today I got my studio set up and found odorless mineral spirits.  I had bought "turpentine" at a hardware store but it smelled like gasoline so I couldn't use it.  I am used to Gamsol.  I found a small art supply/surf shop in a small town about 6 miles south of here, Pescadero.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5237025420136748691?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5237025420136748691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5237025420136748691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5237025420136748691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5237025420136748691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-week-todos-santos.html' title='First week Todos Santos'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SWacTk8MZgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/hQIwiDSmtcc/s72-c/P1000255_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-3249413198236248939</id><published>2008-12-23T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:36:18.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SUwNUNiy1rI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pUupPgSEdrA/s1600-h/edenwallpaperdetail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SUwNUNiy1rI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pUupPgSEdrA/s320/edenwallpaperdetail1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281611103882892978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Now we are on the side of light, the days are getting a little longer; think of the earth tilting away from the sun...&lt;div&gt;--This morning I finished my proposal for the Art of Action.  Two pages written, and a ten minute video (I'm going to be away, far away in Mexico in a sort of artist residency, and unable to make my presentation in person, and arranged to show a video of my proposal).  I'm glad I'm done with it, I was agonizing over it to the point where it stopped making any sense.  Ann watched the video and thought it seemed good, but she is biased.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I didn't expect to get so involved with the whole process and project.   I was thinking that it would be a little side job, figuring out the whole proposal, but it kind of ended up being challenging and fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Have also enjoyed getting to know some of the other artists through their blogs, what an interesting bunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-3249413198236248939?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/3249413198236248939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=3249413198236248939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/3249413198236248939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/3249413198236248939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-we-are-on-side-of-light-days-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SUwNUNiy1rI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pUupPgSEdrA/s72-c/edenwallpaperdetail1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-7624764490843362970</id><published>2008-12-10T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:12:32.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SUB-pW1eLNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mznvp_CLhDg/s1600-h/detaildraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SUB-pW1eLNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mznvp_CLhDg/s320/detaildraw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278358012247813330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--When you are working in the studio, who is your imagined audience?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I agree with all the responses from my last post, but it still leaves a lot of conundrums.  One of these is how can we communicate in our language that we are so familiar with (painting) with a group of people who might not have any experience with that language?&lt;div&gt;--Some of the stuff I've been trying out for my proposal involves things I think work conceptually or visually but I have no idea if anyone else will "get it", but I must proceed on to make it interesting for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--For example (above) I have some disjunction in these panels that I want to push together to create a panorama, and there are some rhyming forms and scale shifts that I want to use to create some connection.   The vignette of figures (not shown) will play somehow with the still life arrangement and the goats in the background to create a dialogue about active and passive uses of the land...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Anyway, I'm also bringing in the Robert Frost stuff in various ways that make sense to me because I know the whole story and love visual metaphor (a scrim of trees) but will anyone understand any of that unless I'm standing next to my work explaining it, or there is a wall text (not a fan) explaining what I was trying to say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--My work (all of us finalists' work) is accessible to a wide audience due to realism, certain level of logic, ideas of aesthetic  balance and harmony... but a lot of it is available only to other painters, and other people who have experience with reading visual images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Giotto is a good example, and in fact I was thinking of him the other day when I was trying to think of artists who told a story in a way that I found interesting. (other Sienese painters).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--All that work was commissioned to tell stories to people who couldn't read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-7624764490843362970?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/7624764490843362970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=7624764490843362970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/7624764490843362970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/7624764490843362970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/12/art-of-reflection.html' title='Art of Reflection'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SUB-pW1eLNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mznvp_CLhDg/s72-c/detaildraw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-3723501687122482397</id><published>2008-12-09T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:20:52.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ST8eWmn5VcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oGLx-yA1v_4/s1600-h/+bramble+det2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ST8eWmn5VcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oGLx-yA1v_4/s320/+bramble+det2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277970661975348674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--After reading some of the other finalist's blog postings, I feel like I've been avoiding the issue of what exactly, or how exactly, my project could effect change.   It is great to see all the energy that everyone is putting into figuring out how to make their work more effective politically or socially, or how to design a proposal that addresses "issues".&lt;div&gt;--I would like to make a plea (and this is probably more for my benefit than anyone else) that as artists, we must trust our instincts, and also trust in the ability of painting (we're mostly painters) to carry meaning in ways that we understand non-verbally and intuitively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--There is something to the notion of going "outside our comfort zone", and I think in trying to tackle this project everyone seems to be experiencing that, but I know for me that in order to complete an ambitious project like this (if I am chosen) that I would have to be working on something that compelled me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as an artist, &lt;/span&gt;not just a concerned Vermonter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--All the research I have done for my project will weave it's way in to whatever I make, I hope and trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I am excited about the project I am working on, and in fact will carry it through and complete it whether I am chosen or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-3723501687122482397?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/3723501687122482397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=3723501687122482397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/3723501687122482397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/3723501687122482397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/12/art-of-action.html' title='Art of Action'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/ST8eWmn5VcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/oGLx-yA1v_4/s72-c/+bramble+det2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-8251107188073551578</id><published>2008-12-06T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:14:13.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STsm0KUKHDI/AAAAAAAAADk/EJmTDsy4ht0/s1600-h/vtdrawdetail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STsm0KUKHDI/AAAAAAAAADk/EJmTDsy4ht0/s320/vtdrawdetail2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276854065958624306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--People talk about preserving the character of things, but "character" is continually being lost.&lt;div&gt;--From the moment people came onto the scene, the dynamic began to shift.  Not just white people either: the early native hunters eliminated the mastodon and other pleistocene species when they came into North America about 15,000 years ago (There were other factors too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--On a relative scale Vermont is in pretty good shape, (New Jersey) though if you try to imagine what has changed in the last 50 or 100 years, it is substantial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--My little town of North Bennington is very cute, but there are a lot of things that junk it up to someone with a sensitive artistic eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-8251107188073551578?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/8251107188073551578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=8251107188073551578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/8251107188073551578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/8251107188073551578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/12/transformation.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STsm0KUKHDI/AAAAAAAAADk/EJmTDsy4ht0/s72-c/vtdrawdetail2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-2663928223281608801</id><published>2008-12-04T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:24:19.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point of View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STlijMB1D0I/AAAAAAAAADc/fO9_SO0eGfI/s1600-h/Aud+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STlijMB1D0I/AAAAAAAAADc/fO9_SO0eGfI/s320/Aud+crop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356795105087298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Have you ever seen a  flock of small birds that flies in suddenly, animating a  bush, then they move on?  &lt;div&gt;--Follow that flock across the panorama, here and there, flitting about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Let one of those birds be the protagonist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Who was so foolish as to think what&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt; thought."    R.F. from "The Wood Pile".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-2663928223281608801?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/2663928223281608801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=2663928223281608801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/2663928223281608801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/2663928223281608801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-ever-seen-flock-of-small-birds.html' title='Point of View'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STlijMB1D0I/AAAAAAAAADc/fO9_SO0eGfI/s72-c/Aud+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-3911841562794529436</id><published>2008-12-03T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:31:23.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STA8iCDLZKI/AAAAAAAAABU/lSsdL1xwJ3Q/s1600-h/edenbookdetail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STA8iCDLZKI/AAAAAAAAABU/lSsdL1xwJ3Q/s320/edenbookdetail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273781719014270114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--This is not one of my details, this is from the cover of a book about botanical illustrations called "Eden".&lt;div&gt; --Another source I've been looking at as a possible model for my project proposal is a section of 19th century French wallpaper (landscape panorama) also called "Eden".  This landscape is different from most of the other French wallpaper in the book I have on the subject, in that it is unpeopled.  The viewer becomes the sole inhabitant of "eden".  We wouldn't want to share Eden with anybody, unless it was Eve, (or Adam). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--In what way is painting an attempt to recreate this world and reclaim eden?  "Eden" means something different for every artist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-3911841562794529436?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/3911841562794529436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=3911841562794529436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/3911841562794529436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/3911841562794529436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/11/eden.html' title='Eden'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STA8iCDLZKI/AAAAAAAAABU/lSsdL1xwJ3Q/s72-c/edenbookdetail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-4735430390986903722</id><published>2008-12-02T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:49:32.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STUnlubpamI/AAAAAAAAACU/iSbKu1omseM/s1600-h/vtdrawdetail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STUnlubpamI/AAAAAAAAACU/iSbKu1omseM/s320/vtdrawdetail1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275166067607038562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--This is a view of some drawings I'm working on, the edge of one overlapping another.  Shifting spaces... &lt;div&gt;--One of the major themes in the poetry of Robert Frost is Transformation.  Many of his poems describe a transitional moment, wherein one thing is lost and something else takes its place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing Gold Can Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nature's first green is gold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hardest hue to hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her early leaf's a flower;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But only so an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then leaf subsides to leaf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Eden sank to grief,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dawn goes down to day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing gold can stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-4735430390986903722?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/4735430390986903722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=4735430390986903722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/4735430390986903722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/4735430390986903722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/12/drawing.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STUnlubpamI/AAAAAAAAACU/iSbKu1omseM/s72-c/vtdrawdetail1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5285654650828813921</id><published>2008-12-01T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:14:51.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edges</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STSExM_IoYI/AAAAAAAAACM/FDi2geGEGUA/s1600-h/ConcerningPondLife.detail0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STSExM_IoYI/AAAAAAAAACM/FDi2geGEGUA/s320/ConcerningPondLife.detail0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274987044392182146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--One thing I realized while driving up to Ripton the other day and watching the landscape was how important the boundaries are between woods and clearings.  Many kinds of wildlife thrive in this edge environment (woods for cover, openings let the sun in which provides better food selection).&lt;div&gt;--I use this edge too in my paintings.  I like the feeling that we are peering out from behind some brush and trees, hiding sort of, and quiet enough that the edge animals and birds don't notice us, watching people going about some business or other in the clearing beyond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Robert Frost uses a similar strategy in his poems.  Many of them involve an observation of nature that is so close that it seems we are holding very still, listening to wind, bird song...  And behind these observations is always the world of human issues and concerns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5285654650828813921?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5285654650828813921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5285654650828813921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5285654650828813921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5285654650828813921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-thing-i-realized-while-driving-up.html' title='Edges'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STSExM_IoYI/AAAAAAAAACM/FDi2geGEGUA/s72-c/ConcerningPondLife.detail0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-4314799871977617563</id><published>2008-11-30T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:16:32.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STL-zTrA91I/AAAAAAAAACE/d_zuWz-TOWA/s1600-h/detail2bramble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STL-zTrA91I/AAAAAAAAACE/d_zuWz-TOWA/s320/detail2bramble.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274558271011747666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--It's one thing to have a lot of ideas and have convictions about issues that are really important, but it's quite another thing to make a work of art that is compelling or feels successful in some way.  &lt;div&gt;--I've started making drawings, pencil and ink with brush, which is the way I start all my paintings.  They are very loose and sketchy, but it gives me a way to develop compositional ideas, foreground/background relationships, and build a non-thinking kind of narrative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Sometimes I will start with a post-it note sized drawing with a couple dozen lines on it, but it will have a certain slant or feeling that I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Making the painting is when all the development happens and I discover what the painting is really about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--I will post some of the drawings as they rise to the surface; already I have discovered ideas about the scope of the project as a whole, as I've moved the drawings around and tried different configurations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-4314799871977617563?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/4314799871977617563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=4314799871977617563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/4314799871977617563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/4314799871977617563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/11/drawing.html' title='Drawing'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STL-zTrA91I/AAAAAAAAACE/d_zuWz-TOWA/s72-c/detail2bramble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5059926071141006423</id><published>2008-11-29T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:55:51.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STHkBf7IsiI/AAAAAAAAABs/t19--KboHBI/s1600-h/RFcabininterior.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STHdyUCsljI/AAAAAAAAABk/0babloR1gak/s1600-h/oriandcabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STHdyUCsljI/AAAAAAAAABk/0babloR1gak/s320/oriandcabin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274240495070778930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Ori and I visited the Robert Frost cabin in Ripton today.  Quite a fun day, but a little long in the car for a three year old.  She kept asking "where is the cabinet", which I liked because I felt like I was driving somewhere to&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; look inside a cabinet.&lt;div&gt;--Both the farmhouse and the nearby cabin are locked, so you can only peek in, but the interiors are preserved intact and very quaint and cozy. The whole thing was a little walk back in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--There was even a hunter walking back to his truck (the property borders the Green Mountain National Forest) empty handed, but carrying a gun which gave the scene some poetic texture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Now I know what it looks and feels like up there.  The cabin sits in the corner of a large field about a quarter mile up the hill from the farmhouse.  It has two fairly large trees growing very close to one side, and just down the hill a line of 5 or 6 apple trees.  The rough hewn siding grooved and lined with worm trails.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5059926071141006423?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5059926071141006423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5059926071141006423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5059926071141006423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5059926071141006423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/11/ori-and-i-visited-robert-frost-cabin-in.html' title='Research'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STHdyUCsljI/AAAAAAAAABk/0babloR1gak/s72-c/oriandcabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-6547266290663160279</id><published>2008-11-28T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:18:36.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STA-2y2SiPI/AAAAAAAAABc/8bAf7lPKLZM/s1600-h/detailPastorale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STA-2y2SiPI/AAAAAAAAABc/8bAf7lPKLZM/s320/detailPastorale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273784274734188786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--One of the areas I am interested in exploring for my proposal was agriculture in Vermont.  As one of the land uses that has a big impact on the way Vermont looks, and is a part of the rural landscape that people site as one of the main reason they have stayed here or decided to move here, I want to engage in some of the issues around agriculture.&lt;div&gt; --My experience this morning at our feed store was fairly typical, a farmer (dairy) in front of me in line complaining about a particular change in milking regulations (some valve has to be replaced regularly), and saying he was tired of having "the government" telling him how to run his business.   Of course government subsidies to dairy farmers have helped the 1000 or so dairy farms in Vermont stay in business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Most of the issues that I've seen discussed by the finalists and others deal with some sort "good news, bad news"  duality.  If it is a good thing, then too much of it results in some deleterious outcome (development).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Farming is seen from the outside as a romantic and picturesque addition to the landscape, tying us to the land, our past, sustaining us...   The reality is messier: farming is dirty, hard work, and not always profitable.  People should probably be eating  fewer dairy products anyway, and definitely less meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-6547266290663160279?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/6547266290663160279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=6547266290663160279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/6547266290663160279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/6547266290663160279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-of-areas-i-am-interested-in.html' title='Farming'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/STA-2y2SiPI/AAAAAAAAABc/8bAf7lPKLZM/s72-c/detailPastorale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-3219271068346391134</id><published>2008-11-27T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:19:26.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles and Turkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SS6fWE3XkSI/AAAAAAAAABM/sCuEo7Jfykc/s1600-h/Hunters1detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SS6fWE3XkSI/AAAAAAAAABM/sCuEo7Jfykc/s320/Hunters1detail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273327415309340962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!  &lt;div&gt;--A report on the radio this morning about the wild turkey population in Vermont (about 50,000) all from 39 birds that were brought in from NY state in 1969.  The issue for the turkey was loss of habitat, as the state was largely deforested in the 19th century.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Let's be thankful for some of the positive changes that have come to our state over the years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--We don't have breeding Bald Eagles yet, but it's only a matter of time before that happens.  It wasn't long ago that this bird was nearly extinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Ben Franklin advocated for the Wild Turkey to become our national bird, more for his disapproval of the choice of the Bald Eagle.  He argued that the eagle was cowardly (chased off by smaller birds) and a scavenger mostly (diet consists mostly of dead fish).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-3219271068346391134?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/3219271068346391134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=3219271068346391134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/3219271068346391134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/3219271068346391134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving-report-on-radio-this.html' title='Eagles and Turkeys'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SS6fWE3XkSI/AAAAAAAAABM/sCuEo7Jfykc/s72-c/Hunters1detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-756592687007988996</id><published>2008-11-25T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:19:56.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSxQ5cA_QLI/AAAAAAAAABE/rybH7Kj-Z3E/s1600-h/detailbramble.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSxQ5cA_QLI/AAAAAAAAABE/rybH7Kj-Z3E/s320/detailbramble.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272678211447111858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Including with each post a small detail from one of my paintings.  &lt;div&gt;--Idea: create "details" as the whole painting, fragments that could work with adjacent works, a collection of details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Idea: use native flowers in a bouquet or basket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(picked) with landscape behind, referring to R.F.'s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;botanizing, also to  local bounty.  Also colorful bird such as indigo bunting.  Power through celebrating what we have here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-756592687007988996?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/756592687007988996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=756592687007988996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/756592687007988996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/756592687007988996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/11/including-with-each-post-small-detail.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSxQ5cA_QLI/AAAAAAAAABE/rybH7Kj-Z3E/s72-c/detailbramble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-676834059744112087</id><published>2008-11-25T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:59:58.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Frost Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSwF3256r4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pmKhpdZsFls/s1600-h/detail2briar+and+the+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSwF3256r4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pmKhpdZsFls/s320/detail2briar+and+the+rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272595720933388162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--How did I come to the idea of Robert Frost as a theme for my proposal?  I started by making lists of basic concepts that I was interested in, with some thoughts to a visual component that could correspond with those.   My concepts were things like "Agriculture", "Hunting", "Technology"... one I came up with was "Cabin in the Woods", which I liked because it symbolized an independent, self reliant spirit which characterized a classic Vermonter, but also symbolized Vermont itself - separate from the rest of the country, isolated, self sufficient...&lt;div&gt;--Later, while making some drawings, I was reminded of the story from earlier this year of Robert Frost's cabin being vandalized, and after doing a little research, was struck by the importance of his poetry and the possibility of his story becoming relevant to my project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--There has to be for me an image before an idea can develop.  In this case a meadow, looking through trees and brush (past birds and animals...) in the meadow a small unpainted cabin (a figure in front of the cabin?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Economic climate:  a friend asked me if I thought the economic collapse would lead to a "Mad Max" scenario.  I said I was imagining a world in which people took public transportation, walked, or rode bicycles, planted vegetable gardens and ate less meat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--Robert Frost was a farmer off and on for his entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-676834059744112087?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/676834059744112087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=676834059744112087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/676834059744112087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/676834059744112087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-did-i-come-to-idea-of-robert-frost.html' title='Robert Frost Project'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSwF3256r4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/pmKhpdZsFls/s72-c/detail2briar+and+the+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289966776216527831.post-5748590174839166988</id><published>2008-11-24T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:00:26.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving Week'/><title type='text'>Robert Frost Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSrAqoeNLhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lB9XMUwR6IA/s1600-h/detail+briar+and+the+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSrAqoeNLhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lB9XMUwR6IA/s320/detail+briar+and+the+rose.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272238152441736722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Some background:  my research has focused on Robert Frost, particularly on his life and work in Vermont, but also his poetry, which I didn't know a lot about beyond the classic poems.  Have become interested in how he observed and recorded the natural world, and used those observations as metaphors in poetry.  Metaphors about the human condition. &lt;div&gt;--Parallels with my work, though very different.  I am interested in metaphor, and how our vision of nature is fabricated.  I use "nature" in my work, but first it has to be filtered through art.  That is why I have a hard time using photographs as source material and instead rely on paintings, drawings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--My interest in Robert Frost is also about his story.  I am tracing his biography (he lived a couple miles from my house in Shaftsbury) and the story continues to the present:  His house in Ripton, near Middlebury, where he spent summers between 1939 and his death in 1963, was vandalized last winter by partying teenagers.  As part of their sentence took seminars with Middlebury professor Jay Parini, about the work of Frost.  "The Road Not Taken".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/289966776216527831-5748590174839166988?l=colinbrant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/feeds/5748590174839166988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=289966776216527831&amp;postID=5748590174839166988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5748590174839166988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/289966776216527831/posts/default/5748590174839166988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colinbrant.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-background-my-research-has-focused.html' title='Robert Frost Project'/><author><name>sparkle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09337724558236382952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSq9LmgnyRI/AAAAAAAAAAY/EvFL5ecR6wc/S220/IMG_8562.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wCBON1aGmXA/SSrAqoeNLhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/lB9XMUwR6IA/s72-c/detail+briar+and+the+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
