Being on Twitter is like having a fern. —Steve Martin
Meeting a friend at a local café to talk about photography and life has become a Sunday ritual for me. Our preferred shop is smallish; the background music doesn’t intrude too far into quiet conversation, and the drinks are just right. In the spring and summer we take our refreshments outside to a table, but by late November the furniture has been put away and rainy days, like today, have returned.
Puddles were growing on the sidewalk outside as I sipped my coffee. I watched people passing, headed to the several stores surrounding the café. But there was something about these folks, on this morning, strange and yet familiar all at once. With three shopping weeks left before Christmas, almost no one appeared to be hurrying.
Oregon once owned an honest reputation for wet weather, but recent drought years have tarnished that. Like many others, I’ve forgotten the sound of rain beating steadily on a rooftop. Perhaps those passersby, like me, were comforted by the return of its voice to autumn’s relaxing choir.
Between 1942 and 1945, the Topaz Wartime Relocation Center, located near Delta, Utah, was one of several internment camps set up in remote, rural areas of the western United States to hold the nearly 120,000 Americans of Japanese extraction who were forced to leave their homes under Executive Order 9066.
Today, little remains of the original site—strands of sagging barbed wire, uncovered remnants of stone pathways, the rusting remains of a backstop on a baseball diamond—but on Delta’s Main Street the history of the camp, and the resilient people who lived there, is beautifully displayed and preserved at the Topaz Museum. Their Mission Statement promises that it won’t be forgotten:
“To preserve the Topaz site and the history of the internment experience during World War II; to interpret its impact on the internees, their families, and the citizens of Millard County; and to educate the public in order to prevent a recurrence of a similar denial of American civil rights.”
Those who cannot remember the past are
condemned to repeat it. —George Santayana
Photographed in a canyon near the tiny town of Bluff, Utah.
Geologists have a saying – rocks remember.
The Top Ten Reasons Cats Get Drunk
#10—Trader Joe’s™ discontinued Super Tuna Feast.
#9—They can spread the hangovers over 9 lives.
#8—David Letterman retired.
#7—Someone Velcroed the table lamps.
#6—The new baby has its own room.
#5—The litter box video bombed on YouTube™.
#3—Their owner brought home a poodle named Missy.
#2—“I’m going to the V-E-T tomorrow.”
And the #1 Reason Cats Get Drunk:
THE ELECTION IS OVER!
We live in a rainbow of chaos. —Paul Cezanne