John & Anne Wiley

2011/11/11

Coasting

Sometimes I rode the big bike like a rocket, even though it was heavy for my young age and lacked any gears to ease the climb. Other times it was a glider, riding invisible slopes high in the air as I whirled and soared. Life has been like that it seems, with periods of full-blast effort and times of coasting quietly along with a serene smile.

Today I’m thinking about flying slowly and quietly along our delicious SB coastline as another form of “coasting.” Scenes like this one from UCSB to the mountains just glide before the eye on such flights.

7530 UCSB to Mountains

7530 UCSB to Mountains

Among a delightfully endless parade of very different but equally soul healing scenes, a form of time travel sometimes emerges. Like this view of a place where family and friends gathered years ago to help us launch a new phase of life.

7537 Gathering Place

7537 Gathering Place

There’s a magic in seeing such gathering places and focal points in life while coasting. A surreal quality as if time is but an illusion, and in fact everything is right now in this timeless moment.

2011/11/10

Connection

Connection seems to be very important in this phase of my life. Closeness with friends and family, a marriage founded on Commitment to Connection, and predictably: Internet. It seems that when we’re without full internet access for a time, life is quite different. We do have decent internet on our “large” screen Droid X phones, but that’s still a pretty limited form of connection in the net sense. Blog posts don’t tend to happen, and even less likely would be anything added to my Photo Page. But it’s not just output, because many of the connections we have are via Internet so with limited or no net access we lose track of some friends and family. Paradoxically, a few friends and family prefer txt messages so with any cell service we still have connection with them. I’m working on setting one of our phones up as a wifi net hotspot, so we’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile, here’s a completely different kind of connection.

7738 Connection With Beauty

7738 Connection With Beauty

As we flew over Santa Barbara at sunset tonight, we felt a deep and colorful connection with beauty, each other, our home town, and ourselves. Looking at this representation of Connection just now, I breathed a deep and nourishing sigh. 🙂

2011/11/06

Manse & Mystery

As you know I especially enjoy looking at rock formations, freeway traffic jams, and designs while flying. No cause for alarm, because I’m not posting rock formations tonight. Nor do I have any automotive bottlenecks to share, because although SoCA provides plenty of those on most flights I seem to be the only person cruel enough to enjoy them. 🙂

No, tonight I’m back to architectural and landscape design curiosities in upper Montecito, plus a mystery object. First up, an old manse that reminds me of the place a rich distant relative used to have in Beverly Hills. I only went there perhaps three times in my life, but the memories are strong. As a small child, I recall playing with their expensive toys like a stamped metal gas station that had a cool ramp with upstairs parking. I also remember the manicured estate grounds with lawn and junipers in perfect balance.

7470 Old Monte Manse

7470 Old Monte Manse

I like this one’s subtle pink with white trim, the manicured grounds, and the swimming pool going native in front of the little colonial poolhouse. Those round wings are way cool too, though given a gazillion bux I’d have topped them with domed turrets with lots of windows that open so I could sit up there and take in the vista while counting $100 bills.

Quite a contrast with this one not far away. Check out that “pool” (actually a small lake) on the left and its attendant poolhouse. The ostentatious promenade between the rows of junipers. The little lawns with symmetrical hedged edges. The vine-encrusted Grecian columns out back. What else do you notice?

7472 Stately Estate

7472 Stately Estate

Take your time. Have another look. Anything unusual? Something stand out to you?

OK, so I got curious about that bright red object above the poolhouse. Check this out.

7472 Mystery

7472 Mystery

At first I thought it was something on the ground, but it’s in front of the water hose and casting no shadow. Now we were about 3,000′ altitude so I thought maybe it’s an especially high-flying kite. But something that shape wouldn’t fly very well. Besides, what shape is that?! Does it look to you like a small garden trowel or maybe a shovel or some sort of paddle? If it was say two feet long, how far away would it have been on this relatively long telephoto shot? How high would it have been? Biggest mystery of all: how the devil did it get there?! Unless someone shot it from a canon, it must have fallen from another plane. I do dimly recall ATC having pointed out a plane higher and going in the other direction, but what is this thing and how on earth did it manage to fall out? Any other ideas on what it is, or how it came to be in this pic?

2011/11/05

Ventura

After we flew over Ojai and landed in Santa Paula, our return flight that day was via Ventura. It was a lazy meander over football practice where eager kids were working to perfect their game.

7459 Ventura Football

7459 Ventura Football

We saw three different football fields that, from the air, were close together. I guess to some of those burly jocks the school rivalry made them seem worlds apart. Tomorrow morning I’ll send Edhat pix of all three fields and a look back across them all toward Camarillo, so tomorrow you can click the Edhat link here if you’d like to see them.

The downtown shopping area of Ventura is fun to wander, though I confess to a strong preference for Santa Barbara’s “Altered” State Street. It struck me how different the Ventura downtown looks from the air as in this pic.

7463 Downtown Ventura

7463 Downtown Ventura

It’s of course several blocks longer and there are many other interesting parts of that city, but the storefronts that you see from the street are such a small part of this view. I guess before we’d flown Our Town so many times, it must have looked dramatically different from the air too. Now our brains somehow combine the air and ground views so that from either vantage point we see a combined view in our mind’s eye. How vastly enriched our lives are from flying in Tripp, where we are still intimately connected with the earth and the works of nature and humanity! The realm of dreams.

2011/10/31

Hobbies & Obsessions

When I was a kid, airplanes were my hobby. I built plastic scale aircraft models that helped develop patience and fine motor skills, and opened a world of imaginary adventures “flying” them into combat or over trackless jungles. I built flying models with balsa wood and paper, that would climb in lazy circles and glide for a mile or two as I ran in exuberant pursuit.

My largest improvised free flying model had a wing span of 3 feet, and bubble canopies made of clear packaging on either side of the upholstered cockpit. I caught an alligator lizard and trimmed the plane to fly straight so that when the lizard would run from one window to the other, the plane would change directions in response. While some kids still build planes and dream of flight, many now enjoy new sports like this.

7441 Ojai Skate Park

7441 Ojai Skate Park

I was delighted to spot this on our flight over Ojai, and look forward to snapping the similar park on Cabrillo (along the beach by the wharf). We’ve paused there on the beach sidewalk for great free entertainment watching the impressive tricks kids of all ages practice.

But is there a dividing line between hobby and obsession, and should there be? How can these kids (or aviation buffs like me in an earlier era) develop knowledge and skills without at least temporary obsession? Should I have grown out of it, or can I be excused an obsession that costs only about twice what driving a car does, or if I only fly once a week? I confess that despite the relatively small expense and infrequent indulgence, it feels like an obsession (case in point, my recent “itchy feather” post). I often think of our pilot and aircraft-owning friend’s answer to Anne’s question: “How do you budget your flying?” After a long and thoughtful pause she replied, “Well, I fly. Then I budget what’s left.”

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