1988 – my first apple computer, that boxy little Mac that revolutionized writing…no more white out and correct tape!!
Today I blog from my iPad at the rim of the grand canyon, fom Italy and Costa Rica. Thank you Steve Jobs for connecting us to the world from anywhere in the world.
An apple advocate, devotee and faithful user from the beginning.
R.I.P.
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A week in MacKenzie’s world… Casados, rice and bean, plantains and beer. Secluded beaches, powerful currents, big surf. Walking, taxis, buses. Humidity, rain, lush vegetation. Volcanos, waterfalls, canopyies, soaring. Time for talk, siesta, and relaxation.
My bambino goes global, discovering himself and the world.
Con mucho gusto Z!
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Wherever you go in the world what matters most is not what you look at but what you have committed to see. The lens magnifies, smells intensify, sounds amplify, taste buds heighten and touch expands our sense of awareness, our kinesthetic knowing.
One notices the differences, the subtle grooves that create nuanced asymmetries that can be sifted into patterns and designs not previously observed. A fresh set of insights emerge. One can begin a conversation about a new way of seeing, a new way of thinking, a new way of doing.
There is no plan de vida. Time unfolds, life expands…wherever you go in the world.
What do you see in this photo?
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Look at that lake! Mid August and I must head south today. The geese are flying in formation overhead preparing for their sojourn to warmer climates…another sign of impending fall. The big Lake Huron has cooled to 65 degrees, yet remains glass calm and crystal clear. Peering down through my googles at the magnified rocks and sand waves as I swim, the shimmering sunlight forms a kaleidoscope of light displays on the lake floor. I notice the familiar landmarks – the raft anchor, the parallel logs, the big rock as I sight the distance Point Nipegon. Gliding, almost effortlessly in the mirror-like water.
Body getting cooler. Time to turn my stroke around. Head back to the dock where I will catch the final warmth of the season before heading south.
Adieu big lake – till next summer.
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From my window
Shades of tawny yellow
Appear on the tops of the evergreens
Faint light marks the sky
A small congregation of honking geese
Convene others in the small bay
The flight south imminent
As the Celsius gently nudges their departure
Skies of roses abut azul waters
A light mist rising from the calm
Surface water
Warmer than the wisping breeze
Sipping hot tea
Patiently, serenely
Waiting for the day
To crest anew
No where to go
No where to be
Just here
Morning serenity
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“By the shores of Gitche Gumee, by the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; bright before it beat the clear and sunny water, beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis nursed the little Hiawatha.”
Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Ojibwe called the lake superior Gichigami, meaning “big water.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote the name as “Gitche Gumee” in The Song of Hiawatha. Either way that big water was a beautiful place to cycle and swim. The unusual extended period of warm weather this summer meant that Lake Superior reached a temperature that was tolerable for swimming…well lets make that dipping.
So enjoy these shots of the great Gitche Gumee….
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The upper peninsula of Michigan, notably called the U.P. And the locals are known as Yoopers. Of course, real Yoopers are those people born and raised in the U.P. You can become an honorary Yooper by marrying a real Yooper, or by relocating to the U. P. Now if you are a Yooper you spend a lot of time hunting, trapping, fishing and splitting wood.
Where is the U.P.? Many Americans don’t know. Michigan is actually two peninsulas separated by the Straights of Mackinaw. If you are from the lower peninsula you reside in the mitt. If you have ever met anyone from lower Michigan they will show you where they are from by holding their hand in a shape of a mitt and pointing out the location.
Here is a map of the U.P. To keep you geographically savvy.
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If you visit Yooper land you will find that some people talk funny, eh. Da area is heavily populated with Finnish, Swedish, as well as Croatians and Germans.
You can learn more about the Yoopers at http://dayoopers.com/ or study a bit of Yooperology at http://dayoopers.com/.
Why they even have Yooper jokes…
“The local news media is reporting: “Northern Michigan’s worst air disaster occurred today when a Cessna 152, a small 2 seater plane, crashed into a Church cemetery here early this morning. Ole and Sven, working as a search and rescue team, have recovered 826 bodies so far and expect the number to climb as digging continues into the evening.”.
So here are some great Yoopers memories
Day 6…our cabin
Those Yoopers know how to do stone work
Just another Yooper bar
Da snow was sure deep last winter, eh
Ya we been putting up some wood fer da winter
How bout dem berries Ole?
Da Yooper breakfast
How bout them pelts, eh?
The number 1 biking Yooper
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“The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called “Gitche Gumee.”
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy. ”
Gordon Lightfoot, 1976
Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
In a desolate stretch of Lake Superior that lies from Whitefish Point west past Pictured Rocks lie over 300 shipwrecks. Raging northwesterly storms that build over a 200 mile expanse on frigid open water, poor visibility due to fog and blinding snow combined with converging shipping traffic has contributed to the loss of ships and crew and labeled Whitefish Point as the Graveyard of the Great Lakes.
Whitefish Point is home to the Shipwreck Museum and memorial to the 29 men who perished with the Edmund Fitzgerald on November10, 1975.
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Lake Superior is my favorite of the great lakes! It is the largest expanse of fresh water in the world. 1,133 feet at it’s deepest point. Home to violent storms, frigid weather, and ship wrecks including the Edmund Fitzgerald. The freighters that cross the lake carry more tonage than what is transported through the Panama, Kiel, and Suez canals combined each season.
Cycling the Keweenaw Peninsula which juts into lake Superior you become enveloped by the smell of evergreens…balsam, fir, pine, spruce…warm forest sunshine, deep water air, and invigorating breezes.
Here’s a glimpse of lake Superior country.
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It’s 110 in Gila Bend and it is blazing hot here in Tucson…literally there are fires all around this state. Tinder dry from the drought, no rain and no clouds on the radar.
So let me post a few cool and soothing pics from Rovinj, Croatia, where only a few days ago I was swimming in the refreshing waters of the Adriatic sea.
Morning cafe. Another tough day in Rovinj.
Colorful Rovinj with its commanding bell tower
Harbor sailboats
Sparkling waters of the Adriatic sea
A bustling seaport village.
The best way to tour the area. Not quite like riding that de Rosa in Italy.
Just another peaceful swimming hole. Sans suit?
Che vita. What a life!
Happy hour!
Fresh catch for dinner.
The sunsets of Rovinj.
Adiu Rovinj…land of beauty, adventure, bikes and boats, fresh seafood, cool ocean breezes and wonderful swimming.
Now its back to work!
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