27 April 2009

A World With A View

I have never known of a man who looked back on his 
working life and said "I just didn't spend enough time 
with my job."  In choosing how we spend our time as
 a family, we should be careful not to exhaust our
 available time on things for that which is best.

~~Dallin H. Oaks

For the second weekend in a row Kris and kids rode from
Pier 41, across the Golden Gate, through Sausalito, 
on to Tiburon and back.  They missed you Chase.  
Can't you try and get the Univerisity of Utah's 
spring break to coordinate with BYU's?  

Help one another, is part of the religion of sisterhood.

~Louisa May Alcott
(Believe me.  Anne Marie lives her religion.)

The ride was longer than planned.  The idea was to reach
Tiburon and then take the Ferry back because Anne
Marie has not cycled much.  She "spins" at the gym,
but that's different!  Unfortunately, Kris found when
they arrived at the Ferry that he had left his wallet
in the car.  Back they went....a total of 37 miles
that day.  Forget "you go girl."  You dang went!

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

~~Claude Monet

24 April 2009


Cousins Anne Marie and Karin with their Grandma Rowan

I do not want to rhapsodize, however, this post calls for a little background.  My Paternal Great Grandmother, Karin Jansson, immigrated from Sweden when she was just eleven years old owning only the clothes on her back.  She settled and made a home in Salt Lake City.  My father lived with "Grandma Karie" during his first year of University at the U. of U.  My mother, who also lived in S.L. while she attended nursing school came to know her well and loved her like a grandma.  Following my dad's mission, he and my mom soon married (having known and loved each other literally since the second grade). The morning following their wedding night, grandma Karin had them over, as usual, to her home and served them Swedish pancakes...a delicacy of hers that has been enjoyed and passed from family member to family member.  Several of the granddaughters have been treated to a special "teaching session."  Anne Marie who is home for Spring break, and Karin just home from her semester abroad in Paris...recently were treated to their morning of "teaching tradition."  
 Hmmm....Karin?  That name sounds familiar!

Who must know the way to make a proper home,
A quiet home, a kosher home?
Who must raise the family and run the home,
So Papa's free to read the holy books?
The Mama, The Mama!  Tradition!

From:   Fiddler on the Roof

Anne Marie 'trying her hand' at the flipping process.

Grandma and Grandpa Rowan with Karin and Anne Marie

22 April 2009

All Things Bright And Beautiful

Who was the first guy that looked at a cow and said,
"I think I'll drink whatever comes out of
 those things when I squeeze them?"

~~ Bill Waterson

Jonathan Livingston Seagull
(We found him!)

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their 
strength; they shall mount up with wings as 
eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; 
and they shall walk and not faint.

Isaiah: 4: 31
(This is a California Condor)

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

~~Cecil Frances Alexander
(Words based on Genesis 1:31.)  Cecil was a female
poet that lived from 1818-1895.  She wrote 
texts particularly for Hymns.  
Because my family always sings 
There Is A Green Hill Far Away
every year at our reunion, I thought they 
may be interested to know that she also
 penned the words to this Hymn.

The cure for anything is salt water, sweat, 
tears, or the sea.

~~Isak Dinesen

(All photos for this post were taken by Kris.  To 
enjoy their full beauty...double click to enlarge.) 

20 April 2009

Blue Serenity. Five Postings of Calm and Cool Blue

I have long noticed when visiting the Sea that the color
blue is everywhere.  Considering that the ocean itself 
is blue, I guess there is no mystery in this!  These posts
consist of blue in their various and beautiful hues...
all from locations in and around Cambria, CA.

She seemed glad when I appeared in the kitchen,
and by watching her I began to think there was
some skill involved in being a girl.

To Kill a Mockingbird, Ch. 12

My Mother has always gravitated to blue.  
A family heirloom
Weather is a great metaphor for life--sometimes it's
good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much
you can do about it but carry an umbrella.

~~Pepper Giardino
(I cannot resist adding that when my Mother saw
this photo she said "I have never looked better.") 

Pacific Pleasures in Blue

Blue is the most calming color.  It is considered to be
the second most powerful color after red, and blue
is the color of constancy and faith, the color 
painters used for the Virgin Mary's robe, the 
color of the heavens and the oceans.

Heaven is under our feet.

Plants cry their gratitude for 
the sun in green joy.

~Astrid Alauna

Is there another color for a bedspread at the beach?

Sea Swell of Blue

As they say in baseball..."Good Eye" Call!
I have always loved these blue eyes.

If you are near the Sea and need new shoes...
is there another color choice?
Long flat dish made by my dad.
Well, practicality comes in colors too!

Ocean Souls of Blue

Glass panels made by one of the world's
most creative artists. 
(R.D. Rowan a.k.a My Father)
Painting by another great modern artist. 
(R.D. Rowan...My Brother)
Blue glass mobile (against blue min-blinds) made
by my Father during his "mobile period."

Uh, No.  Not ours.

Rolling Sea of Blue

The Lupine Lady must have been here!
(Miss Rumphius)
Author:  Barbara Cooney

Sink made especially for the Beach House.
Notice the wave like design?
The poetry of the earth is never dead
~John Keats

Even the outdoor cafe's cannot resist.

For Mine Arm Is Over All The Earth (D&C 16:2)

I dwell in heaven; the earth is my footstool;
I stretch my hand over the sea,
and it obeys my voice..

~~Abraham 2:7

Why do we love the sea?  It is because it has some
potent power to make us think things we 
like to think.

~~Robert Henri

My soul is in the sky.

~~Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

The earth rolls upon her wings, and the sun giveth light
by day, and the moon giveth her light by night,
and the stars also give their light, as they roll
upon their wings in their glory in the
midst of the power of God.

~~D&C 88:45

18 April 2009

Tour de France For Dummies

Disclaimer:  The title of this post is the title of a book Kris bought
while we were on vacation.  I thought it was hilarious.

Ty, Call, and Kris prepare for a ride from San Simeon to
Morro Bay.  They did it...27.2 miles of gorgeous world.  
Well, so they tell me.  I drove the car, stopped...took 
photos, drove like mad, stopped some more and tried to
catch them in the frame of my camera as they passed.  
Not as easy as you might think!  I'm pretty
 sure they saw more earth than I did!
It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of the country best,
since you have to sweat up hills and coast down them.  Thus, you 
remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a hill
impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance
of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bike.

~~Ernest Hemingway

The bicycle is a curious vehicle.  Its passenger
is its engine.
~~John Howard

Thirty three miles this day from Cambria
to San Luis Obispo.

Life is like riding a bicycle--in order to keep your
balance, you must keep moving.

~~Albert Einstein
When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's
 sensations:  bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, 
blue jay's call...This helps me transcend the 
traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, 
leave all the mind theatres behind and focus
 on nature instead.  I still must abide by 
the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. 
 But I am mentally far away from civilization.  
The world is breaking someone else's heart.

~~Diane Ackerman

I do find it interesting that both Ty and Chase have
 commented that when they might be feeling down,  
or blah, going for a ride is a mental lift.  And, 
congratulations to Chase for coming in first place
during a recent Ally Cat Bike Race in Salt Lake!   

(By the way...back from the Coast, but today they did 36 miles
from Pier 41 in San Francisco, over the Golden Gate,
through Sausalito, on to Tiburon and back.)  Darn.  
Spring break is over.  

17 April 2009

Channeling Orville and Wilbur

While in Cambria, the boys went for a ride on their bikes.  
Kris and I went for a walk.  They returned first and were
 locked out of the house.  Here's to creativity!

May 30, 1899 Orville wrote to the Smithsonian Institution 
and defined the elements of a flying machine as:

**Wings to provide lift
**A power source for propulsion
**A system of control

Isn't it astonishing that all these secrets have been
preserved for so many years just so we could
discover them!! 
~~Orville and Wilbur Wright

(Grandpa, we owe you some duct tape!)

If birds can glide for long periods of time, then...
why can't I?
~Orville and Wilbur Wright

(Grandma, we washed the tail of the kite.
Your dish towels.)

Then, they tried the box kite.
And still, a fourth kite.  Well, Ty's will be patented under
the name "Empty Garbage Bag Kite."  Look 
for it at WalMart.

Some years ago Kris and I visited Kitty Hawk
in North Carolina.  A simple, but most fascinating
place.  The birthplace of flight!