Colima Volcano
Yes, that is the Emerald Princess (the ship I’m traveling on) way down there center-harbor.
For the Friday Fun Challenge: Distant.
In the Distance
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Terrifying Footage of Stromboli Gas Cloud
This footage of a small boat trying to escape the gas cloud set up by the Stromboli volcanic eruption is terrifying. Forgottenman has just informed me that the people in the boat are safe. Phew. He is the one who sent me this link after I posted the previous one of the volcano erupting. Patti just reminded me that as we passed this volcano two weeks ago it was pointed out to us that it was still active. I think I’m thankful not to have witnessed this event.
Stromboli Volcano’s Eruption
Looks like we just missed this show by a couple of weeks as our ship passed by this volcano. Spectacular. I remember wondering as we heard the stories of what had happened during eruptions of volcanos in Pompeii and other locations what would happen if one were to erupt while we were there. I guess this answers my question!
When the Earth’s Skin No Longer Fits
This is a chilling video giving information about the increase in sinkholes, earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanic activity in the world.Watch to the end as the scientific solution they suggest is fascinating.
No Free Ride in Mexico: Cuota Road to the Beach
The “Freeways” of Mexico are anything but free. Yes, there are free roads, but they are generally twisty, two-lane and frequently not too safe. In Mexico, what we think of as freeways are actually toll (or cuota – pronounced “quota”) roads. They are not cheap, but they are multi-laned, divided, well-maintained and generally safe, although this trip presented one unique potential danger not often found in the U.S. unless you happen to live in the northwest.
Click on the first photo and then the arrows to enlarge photos and see the story told in their captions.
Driving along the Carretera to the beach. Colima Volcano is front and center.
Then I noticed the huge sign posted by the federal police telling me to drive with caution. I wondered why.
After I drove past the volcano, I glanced into my rear vision mirror and saw the volcano venting.
http://ceenphotography.com/2016/04/05/cees-fun-foto-challenge-freeways-expressways-highways/
The ABC’s of Approaching a Volcano
The ABC’s of Approaching a Volcano
Just keep following the milk truck to Lala land!
And you just might be presented with a little surprise. This is Colima Volcano venting and her sister mountain just over her left shoulder. They call them fire and ice…one has snow on it, the other venting hot volcanic matter!
Signs of Life: Smoke Signals (Under the Volcano)
Signs of Life: Smoke Signals (Under the Volcano)
Kids, don’t do this at home, but the rush of life lately has caused me to break some general rules of sane behavior. Let me preface my confession by saying the past three weeks have been crazy as I’ve been trying to balance life with construction projects, art exhibitions, doggie problems and packing to leave for two months at the beach. As a result, I’ve missed several of Cee’s photo prompts–which I try to never do.
So, jump ahead to yesterday (which sounds like an oxymoron, and I guess it is.) I finally have the car loaded to the ceiling with art supplies, kitchen gadgets, groceries, clothes and boxes of retablos for an art walk I’m participating in at the beach. My house and canines are left in the accomplished hands of Maggie, my house sitter. True, I forgot to fill up the car, check fluids and check on why the “maintenance” light has been on for the past month, but at least the guy at the first Pemex station I come upon notices that all of my tires are 10 lbs. under the prescribed pressure and has filled my power steering fluid up to the prescribed level–even though the warning on my car says to use only Honda power steering fluid. Where outside of Guadalajara would I find Honda power steering fluid? It’s probably just like that warning to only use genuine HP laser cartridges in my color printer (at $100 a pop times four as compared to the $10 generic ones). At any rate, I’m off and thinking about prompts missed when I suddenly catch my first sight of Colima volcano!!!
That’s it…that little breast-shaped mountain to the left of the far right tree on the horizon.
I do pull off the road whenever I can, but also start snapping shots through the windshield as I drive.
No, I’m not focusing by taking my eyes off the road. I’m glancing up, putting the camera more or less where my eyes are and snapping shot after shot. I’m holding the camera out the window and shooting.
235 shots in about an hour’s period as I approach the volcano, pass it and OMG!!! As I look into the rear view mirror, I notice that THE VOLCANO IS ACTUALLY VENTING!
At the end of the day, after 5 hours of driving, I reach my destination, immediately run into someone I know, find my rental agent out of her office, make a call but no answer. I sit in the car, air conditioner running. (Yes, it is hot at the beach) and review my photos in my camera. Thanks to the Lala truck that drove in front of me for a good distance, I’ll be able to use my photos for both the ABC prompt and last week’s “Compose Yourself” prompt, but I think I’ll put those pictures in another posting. I think the venting of a volcano as one drives by is excitement enough for this post, don’t you?
I call Juani from Juani Rentas again and finally get her. She’ll be here in 5 minutes. I shift to a parking spot opening up across the street from Casa Gaviotas––my home away from home for the next two months. I unload the car with the help of Israel, across the street, put my frozen stuff in the fridge, duck over to Daniel’s for a fast tequila toast to the sunset and set off for a music jam night at my friend Carol’s house. Home at 10:30 to finally have a better look at my volcano shots, and here a few of them are. By the time you see my “Compose Yourself” and “ABC” posts, your trip to here will seem as long as mine has been, perhaps. Sorry Ann, sorry Audrey–two friends who always advise less is more, but who would I be if I took their advice? Certainly not me!!!
I’ve shown you what I did this week. Now, here are my answers to the weekly wrapup questions:
- Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets? Yes.
- How many places have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities. Murdo, South Dakota; Laramie, Wyoming; Wollongong, N.S.W., Australia; Addis Ababa, Ethiopia; Cheyenne, Wyoming; Huntington Beach, CA; West Los Angeles, CA; Boulder Creek, CA; San Juan Cosala, Jalisco, Mexico. I guess that is 9 places.
- If you given $22 million tax free dollars (any currency), what is the first thing you would do? I’d build a cultural center in the little town I live in–San Juan Cosala.
- The Never List: What are things you’ve never done? Or things you know you never will do? I will never bungee jump, mountain climb or eat worms!!!
http://ceenphotography.com/2016/01/16/cees-weekly-wrap-up-january-16-2016-and-wpc-alphabet/
(My alphabet pictures will be in another post.)
Since my learning style is experiential and this trip has certainly been a experience in excess photography, I’m posting it on the Daily Prompt page as well! https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/learning-style/
Weekly Photo Challenge: Depth
“Web of Night” April 2 Post
I’m participating in this program where I’ve taken an oath to write a poem a day. Here is today’s poem! I need a website to link to their website, so I’m using the only one I have–this one. By the end of the month, there will be 30 poems here…
Web of Night
We have been talking online for hours
and, as usual, lost track of time.
Now, after his good-bye,
it would be easier to go to bed
than to act on his reminder
that there should be hot water
in my hot tub tonight,
pumped in earlier from the volcanic depths,
left to cool all day.
I am living in sub-tropical Mexico
where things like volcanoes are everyday things.
I drink the volcano.
I swim and soak in it.
I absorb its heat,
draw from its power,
grow stronger.
This is the fountain of youth, I’ve often said.
Too long away from it, I start to grow creaky and old––
reversing those effects only by coming home again
to lie in its steaming bath.
I look up from it now
at a night sky unlike any other––
only the major stars distinct, like light seen through
irregularly perforated steel. The stars standing out individually,
between them the remarkable floss of clouds stretched
sparse as angel hair on a Christmas tree
to reveal the ornaments
between.
No one else awake in this morning hour
so early that it is really still the night before.
2 AM. Neither a dog’s bark nor a burro’s bray.
No harsh staccato though the cool night air
of air brakes of trucks
too wide for the two-lane carretera.
down below.
Alone in my world.
The clouds, while I’ve been thinking blind,
have obscured the stars
behind a thicker web of cotton wool.
I think of love so far away,
wishing it nearer but feeling it close
as the keyboard in the room behind me.
There are many of us
caught in this Web of internet romance.
Here we need not fear
the loss of a love
that is a part of an addiction
to the mystery of absence
yet words so close
they are almost
but not quite
touch.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 