Space awareness... 20101008_1705
The Bhagwan Hotair Windbag of Antelope preaches that one should take note of the space he or she has occupied. It has something to do with the spirituality of re-grinding bowling balls that become lopsided from too many trips down the gutter. To that end I would like to pontificate on the spaces I have occupied here, at the grade crossing on Tennant Road in Northern California. This is in the woods, 20 miles northeast of the summit of Mount Shasta. The siding is named "Penoyar." The tracks behind me lead deeper into California; those in front up into Oregon. My visit in 2010 (pictured) was the seventh time I have been here.
In 1969 I passed on either side of my position in the photo, standing with my feet about at the level of my shoulders. How can that be? On both occasions I was on an empty boxcar, traveling with John Browne. We went from Seattle to Oakland and back.
In 1970 I did the same thing with Jamie Frank, but only on the way to Oakland (we took a different route home, mentioned in another grade crossing photo). Again, my feet were 60 inches (1.5m) above the ground.
In 1996 I passed through here in a sitting position in my Subaru station wagon (since sold), driving from left to right (from Seattle to Southern California). My feet were about 12 inches (30cm) above the pavement. I probably got out of my car and stood on the crossing, but I can't remember.
In 1998 I rode through southbound in a gondola with North Bank Fred, having boarded in Klamath Falls, Oregon. On the northbound return I was alone in an empty boxcar. In both cases my feet were high off the ground.
Just before taking this picture I drove through the grade crossing from right to left on my way to Oregon.
So I have occupied space here on seven occasions. La-dee-da. As I stood here in 2010 I imagined seeing myself pass by, elevated above the ground. The Bhagwan was so impressed by this effort that he reduced my level of tithing from 85% of my income to 84.5% thereof. If you got this far in my blathering, I salute you.
Ralph Tripod occupied some space here when he supported my camera. It was his first visit.
Space awareness... 20101008_1705
The Bhagwan Hotair Windbag of Antelope preaches that one should take note of the space he or she has occupied. It has something to do with the spirituality of re-grinding bowling balls that become lopsided from too many trips down the gutter. To that end I would like to pontificate on the spaces I have occupied here, at the grade crossing on Tennant Road in Northern California. This is in the woods, 20 miles northeast of the summit of Mount Shasta. The siding is named "Penoyar." The tracks behind me lead deeper into California; those in front up into Oregon. My visit in 2010 (pictured) was the seventh time I have been here.
In 1969 I passed on either side of my position in the photo, standing with my feet about at the level of my shoulders. How can that be? On both occasions I was on an empty boxcar, traveling with John Browne. We went from Seattle to Oakland and back.
In 1970 I did the same thing with Jamie Frank, but only on the way to Oakland (we took a different route home, mentioned in another grade crossing photo). Again, my feet were 60 inches (1.5m) above the ground.
In 1996 I passed through here in a sitting position in my Subaru station wagon (since sold), driving from left to right (from Seattle to Southern California). My feet were about 12 inches (30cm) above the pavement. I probably got out of my car and stood on the crossing, but I can't remember.
In 1998 I rode through southbound in a gondola with North Bank Fred, having boarded in Klamath Falls, Oregon. On the northbound return I was alone in an empty boxcar. In both cases my feet were high off the ground.
Just before taking this picture I drove through the grade crossing from right to left on my way to Oregon.
So I have occupied space here on seven occasions. La-dee-da. As I stood here in 2010 I imagined seeing myself pass by, elevated above the ground. The Bhagwan was so impressed by this effort that he reduced my level of tithing from 85% of my income to 84.5% thereof. If you got this far in my blathering, I salute you.
Ralph Tripod occupied some space here when he supported my camera. It was his first visit.