Fish Pond – a "nonagenarian" perspective When I came back to Stockholm from my two months' visit to Berkeley in June 2010, an intriguing miniseries was shown on Swedish television. It was ...
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Early morning on Colorado River near Moab This is the last post in the Colorado Plateau sequence. It is only fitting that it starts with a view of the Colorado itself, in one of its more pea...
Climbing the Corkscrew, Ancient Art Formation, Fisher Towers There is a very special place to be found near Moab, that seems to bring out the most vigorous in us, youngster and veteran alike...
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Elephant Canyon, Needles, Canyonlands NP Just three months ago, I was ambling along avenue du Grand-Pré in Geneva, up from Gare Cornavin (the Central Station) where I had arrived minutes be...
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Looking South from Grand View Point Overlook on Island in the Sky If you – like me – have kept a certain sense of boyish wonderment, you may have delved into Science Fiction books now an...
Standing at the Abyss What is the Group of Eight – well, five of its Members – looking at here or, rather, turning its back on? We are all standing close to a steep decline on the edge o...
Entrada Sandstone Fins at Fiery Furnace, Arches National Park. Salt made it happen! Moab was an ancient kingdom situated along the East shore of the Dead Sea, a lake of salty brine in Palest...
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A Divine Vision? In early August 1980, my wife Alice and I were driving across wide sagebrush plains and river canyons from Bryce Canyon Eastward all the way to the Colorado River valley. To...
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Soaking in Diamond Fork Hot Springs Our Group of Eight had walked already for one hour and a half when, suddenly, a sharp smell of sulphur permeated the air above the creek we were exploring...
Buffalo Statue, outside Visitor Center of Antelope Island We are standing here just outside the Visitor Center of a "barren" island in the Great Salt Lake. By "We" I mean our little hiking g...
Let my people come to Deseret! "Christus", copy of statue sculpted by Bertel Thorvaldsen On a warm Summer mountain day in July, a Prophet and great leader of the Faithful kept turning over ...
Looking back at Earth' beginnings – no fossils yet embedded in those stones What am I looking at here, standing at the fringe of a small cliff, looking down some 100 meters on a tiny mount...
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It was mid-March. The sun was blazing on a blue sky without clouds. My wife Alice and I had just three days prior "conquered" an enormous rift in the world's rind, descending to its bottom a...
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On a late afternoon in May, I came back from revisiting the Nimitz Way , located in Tilden, a Nature Reserve high up on the Berkeley Hills. The roads in that reserve are a bit confusing, and ...
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Time to get our attention back down to Earth from the lofty cupolas. But this time, we are not gazing at flowers, at least not directly: rather, people, in their most neighborly activity, is ...
For quite some time now I have been content to let the blog deal with Berkeley, and focus on matters of smaller and smaller dimension. I trust you agree with me that it is time for a break. L...
Aging leads sometimes to surprising insights. Only two years ago, when visiting Berkeley last, I felt like a great adventurer, roaming widely over the East Bay, searching out experience after...
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The University at Berkeley never ceases to amaze me. You may wonder what comes next; but bear with me, it takes some warming up to arrive at the topic of today. Three weeks ago, I receiv...
I feel there is need for some rest from the lofty themes, so permit me to sneak in a topic from the lower Berkeley ranges for a change. This does not mean that the intermission be lowly. Far ...
Let me start this post with an ancient picture for a change. It shows the beginning of the creation of a great park in the El Cerrito hills, located in the community of Kensington. The year i...
Some posts ago I made the promise to raise my eyes above the flower beds and I think that I basically kept to that commitment. However, there is more than one way to raise your eyes, figurati...
You don't recall Harry, you say? Well, it has been some time, but there is an ancient blog post to remind you: two years ago, I went to a nice regional wilderness called Sunol and met this ...
Once upon a time in California a girl was born, with a beautiful brain, both analytical and creative, its two halves in perfect harmony, so to speak. There was never any doubt that great...
The people sitting here in the title picture are some valiant warriors for and guardians of a city worth living in: the LeConte Neighborhood Association, embracing most of the residences in S...
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You may have noticed that most of my pictures of Berkeley streets are of flowers. This is no accident. When walking along the sidewalks of Southern Berkeley at this time of the year, the eyes...