Life is a bus ride. Sometimes the view is great, sometimes it sucks, and I'm not always sure who's driving. Right now we're between blog posts, so let's take a glance out the window. What we see are the folds of the Tehachapi Mountains early one morning last January, lining up in the haze, each taking on its very own shade of blue. I think of artists who flee south for the winter and spend their lives painting deserts, hoping for something to emerge in their work that they've never seen before.
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They don't line up, and they don't take on. They've been there since long before mitochondrial Eve batted her eyelashes, and they'll be there long after Paula shuts down her blog and thus signals the demise of Mankind.
It's not good to anthropomorphise anything, whether monkeys or mountains. We're only passing through here. As it happens, I blogged about Terra without Homo.
It's not good to anthropomorphise anything
Says who? It's a natural and often poetic means of human expression. But I appreciate the editorial intent, and your double meaning at the end there too.
Great pic, Don. Reminds me of an artist that did prints of a similar nature. Speaking of mountains and anthropomorphosis, the legend of Tamalpais and Mt. Diablo is a prime example, no?
Thanks. I like that picture too, even though it was taken out a bus window going 60 mph on I-5. I don't know the Tamalpais and Mt. Diablo legends. To anthropomorphize a mountain is a natural enough thing to do, being as they as so big and seem always to be watching us.
http://www.books-about-california.com/Pages/Legends_of_San_Francisco/Legends_of_SF_Tamalpais.html
Short version:
Two overs from rival tribes meet, fall in love, are not allowed to marry, die and become Mt. Tam (the sleeping lady) and Mt. Diablo so that they can be together for eternity.
Romeo and Juliet, innit?
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