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By Erich Vieth on March 08th, 2010
Comparing cars, bus and bicycles
How much machinery does it take to transport 100 people by car, bus or bicycle? Check out this poster.
Category: travel
By Erich Vieth on January 25th, 2010
Dilemma at Rocky Mountain National Park
To shoot photos, or not to shoot photos; that is the question raised by Erika Price’s most recent post.
During yesterday’s long trip through Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado, I often stayed away from my camera to stay in the moment, but I often just had to try to capture yet another photo, because I wanted to remember it, and my memory doesn’t provide images in brilliant color. But I didn’t want it all to be about capturing yet another image. It was quite a conundrum. Experience it versus photograph it. There were other conundrums too. Look at these incredible scenes wordlessly, or think about them in words while you look at it.
What an incredible experience, to be able to walk through this incredible park, even though it was about 20 degrees and even though the wind was often howling. Down on the trails of Bear Lake, I had my first chance to walk on snow shoes. The perfect tool for the job, when you are sometimes walking on two or three feet of snow. Note: Click on any of these images for a much larger version.
My camera (a Canon SD1100IS is a consumer grade camera with photo stitch feature–most consumer cameras have this feature. I ended up taking about 10 panoramas, because a single photo just doesn’t quite preserve that immense feeling of space.
I was in Denver for a conference last week, and my trip to Rocky Mountain National Park was only for a day. Alas, I dreamed of someday staying there for a week, hiking during the day and writing at night.
Then, when I thought I had seen the most magnificent sights, today I was greeted with a brilliant sky on the way to the airport.
By Erich Vieth on January 17th, 2010
Niece in Africa
I have a charming niece named Katja Boye. She and her family are currently traveling, working and studying in various parts of West Africa. Katja recently sent my family some of her digital images; I really enjoyed the many scenes and textures and colors of Africa. I also enjoyed the contrast of seeing images of my very light-skinned relatives (they are Norwegian, with their permanent home in Norway) mingling with the many dark-skinned Africans. 
I asked Katja if she would grant me permission to share some of her photos on this website and she gave the go-ahead. I don’t actually know these specific locations within West Africa yet - - perhaps Katja will write a comment and provide some further information.
Katja (she stands out in the photo to the right) is the daughter of Alida Jay Boye (my wife’s sister), who you can see at the left side of the sand dune photo below. Alida is the co-author of a beautifully written and photographed book describing the people and the ancient manuscripts of Timbuktu, located in the African country of Mali. Yes, Timbuktu is a real place, it is surrounded by sand dunes, and here is an aerial shot of of the city. The title Alida’s book is The Hidden Treasures of Timbuktu: Rediscovering Africa’s Literary Culture. For many years, Alida has been “commuting” from Norway to Mali work on these manuscripts under the auspices of the United Nations. Here’s more information about Alida’s work. 
I don’t claim to be able to read any of these manuscripts, but I do enjoy their physical beauty, which you can see here.
Those who can read the manuscripts recognize them to be a vast literary treasure created by Africans and collected by various people and institutions in Timbuktu, which for centuries served as a commercial crossroads in Africa. For more on Timbuktu and its famous manuscripts, consider this informative video.
Katja’s father Thorvaldt (who works in a diplomatic capacity for the Norwegian government regarding several west African countries) and her sister Ebba (a student) have also spent considerable time working and studying in various parts of Africa. As you can see, the members of this family are quite comfortable traveling far from their cold homeland of Norway to warm Africa.
Click on the title to this post for the permalink version, which will allow you to see all 18 images.
Katja - thanks for letting me share these photos!
Art • Culture • History • photography • travel
By Erich Vieth on November 29th, 2009
Getting ready for winter at Long Island
For the past five days I’ve been visiting my wife’s family on the north shore of Long Island. I haven’t written much during the visit, but I’ve been thinking a lot and jotting down lots of ideas. I’ve also been taking quite a few photos, which I’d like to share. 
Most of my trip was spent within a stone’s throw of Long Island Sound. The temperature ranged from the 40’s to the low 60’s and the wind was often gusty.
Here is a shot of Long Island Sound in the early evening. This is looking north toward Connecticut from Long Island. During the day, flocks of geese will honk and fly in formation, more or less.
One of my favorite things to do out east is to spot horseshoe crab shells. The crabs themselves are large (about two feet long including the tail), majestic and ancient creatures. 
How ancient? They’ve been around for more than more than 400 million years in pretty much the same form as we see them today. In other words, if you could be transported back in time to spot each of the various types of dinosaur, you would always be able to see horseshoe crabs that look just like these. Here is a lot more about these creatures from Wikipedia.
Fall is that time of year for many living things to go into dormancy. This is certainly true of many types of trees. It is true of apple trees, for instance. I took this photo at Richter’s Apple orchard.
The apples have been harvested, and the Richter family, who has owned this orchard since 1938, is still busy selling mouth-watering apples of many varieties.
It is only in the Fall that one can spot the intricacies of the skeletal structures of trees, including this beautiful specimen. It is hard to know exactly what is going on under those leaves, until it’s Autumn.
But it is the Long Island Sound that attracts me the most when I am on Long Island. The Sound has a special attraction in the moonlight, and when various members of my wife’s family gathered on the north shore a few nights ago, I worked fairly hard to take long-exposure photos of the silhouetted family members enjoying the waves and water and the smells and sounds of the ocean water of Long Island Sound.
By Erich Vieth on August 25th, 2009
Photos and stories from Lebanon
A friend of mine, a 19-year old man named Johnny Simon, recently returned from a month-long trip to visit his extended family in northern Lebanon. He gave me permission to publish the following photos, all of them taken along the Qadisha Valley. 
Based on Johnny’s stories and photos, this area is a magic and peaceful place populated by a highly religous group of people.
As I viewed his entire slide show, I couldn’t help but notice the lack of commercialization. Johnny described how many of the people obtain significant amounts of their daily food by going out and picking the fruit fresh from trees. 
[The five photos included in this post were taken by Johnny, and he has provided the brief comments for each photo]
Top, Inset: A view of Bsharre, birthplace of Khalil Gibran.
[top right: The Qadisha Valley, or valley of the saints, served as refuge for Lebanese Christians for hundreds of years. Even today, one cannot look upon the valley and still not be in awe. Here it is seen from a surrounding village. ]
Johnny indicated that there are approximately 30,000 churches along the Qadisha Valley, many of them small and carved into the cliffs.
Above: The mighty cedars of lebanon have stood for thousands of years. This cedar rests in the forest of God near the Qadisha valley.
A bit of background: After a long period of peace, Lebanon suffered a terrible civil war from 1975-1990. My friend is a Maronite Catholic–40% of the country is Christian, while 60% is Muslim. Many of the Christians left Lebanon as a result. Then, after another long period of relative peace, Lebanon was the site of the one month long 2006 Lebanon War between the Israeli military and Hezbollah. Johnny was told by his relatives that during this attack, the Israelis intentionally destroyed large sections of the cedar forests, knowing that the cedar tree is a national symbol of Lebanon.
By Erich Vieth on August 24th, 2009
New York becomes even more bicycle friendly
Crooks and Liars reports on hundreds of new miles of bicycle lanes in New York City that will serve hundred of thousands of commuters. The post links to a FOX news report that actually does a good job of promoting bicycle commuting.
By Erich Vieth on August 16th, 2009
Naked Bike Ride (St. Louis) 2009: to protest dependency on oil and to celebrate our bodies
Last year, I reported on the 2008 Naked Bike Ride in St. Louis, the first ever in my home town. The official purposes are twofold: to protest dependency on oil and to celebrate our bodies. It’s also a blast riding through town without having to worry about motor vehicles and without having to wonder what one’s fellow travelers look like naked (or almost naked). 
This year’s St. Louis Naked Bike Ride occurred tonight, with perfect temperatures for not wearing much of anything or not wearing anything at all. I’d make a wild guess and say that there were about 1,000 bike riders tonight, 70% of them male. I’d also guess that about 20 of them were riding completely naked. I saw people from 16 to 70 years of age. Lots of camaraderie–the riders were warning each other of potholes and other road hazards. I only saw a few spills–luckily, those falls involved people with some clothing to protect them. 
The genius of this event’s marketing is that every local media outlet was out there reporting on the event. Imagine having a clothed bike ride to protest oil dependency. You would probably only have the attention of a few eccentric bloggers like me.
Speaking of which, I was there tonight (wearing boxers), riding a course that was modified (shortened to about 7 miles) at the last minute, apparently to avoid the outflow of a huge crowd from a Cardinal Baseball game downtown. We wouldn’t want those people to be embarrassed were we to ride by and see them dropping exorbitant amounts to amuse themselves–$50 for tickets and $7 for hot dogs. Not while we–the naked and almost naked riders–were out there protesting oil and admiring and celebrating each others’ nakedness, all for free.
I would like to point out that the aim of this bicycle ride to celebrate our bodies is not a trivial issue. Refusing to celebrate the human body is closely related to our refusal to consider that humans are animals. These two dyfunctions are the cause of constant needless and useless human suffering. See this earlier post on terror management theory and this post on the dysfunction that stems from our failure to accept that humans are animals.
For a gallery of about a dozen additional photos I took, click on the title to this post.
Community • Culture • Education • Entertainment • Environment • Media • Saint Louis • Whimsy • transportation • travel
By Erich Vieth on July 26th, 2009
Bicycling and finding balance in the rules of the road
Via Daily Dish, here is a well written post from Steamboats are Ruining Everything regarding:
My principle became, roughly speaking, bike in such a way that even relatively inattentive drivers can be expected to see you and know what you’re going to do next. Also: don’t be annoying to pedestrians. I began halting at red lights and stop signs. (Later I relaxed this somewhat, almost to Idaho rules.) I made sure to bike in the bike lane, if there was one (or on the outer edge of it, if biking inside it was going to put me within swinging distance of the opening doors of parked cars). I stayed off sidewalks. And I never, ever biked the wrong way down a one-way street.
Since having this epiphany, “Steamboats” has loosened up a bit, including his approval of the “stop as yield” law used in Idaho.
I admit that I rarely stop at stopsigns such that my feet both come to the ground. At 1 am, I don’t sit there waiting for the light to change. On a particularly dangerous overpass, I ride on a sidewalk for a quarter-mile. On the other hand, I am aggravated by the bicycle riding behavior of many riders because it is so often dangerous, not because it’s a violation of a law. So often, when you see a cyclist violating a law, he or she is simultaneously breaking five laws. The person I have in mind is the wrong-way rider who violates a stoplight in the dark without any bicycle light, while not wearing a helmet, while failing to signal.
By Erich Vieth on July 07th, 2009
Victimized Guitarist served up cold revenge to careless airline.
Guitarist Dave Carroll was distressed when United Airlines damaged his Taylor guitar, and wouldn’t pay for the damage. Anyone who plays music seriously knows that this is an extremely serious matter. Musicians spend years getting comfortable with their instruments and they plan on using a good instruments for a lifetime. A good instrument becomes an extension of you.
This story really hit a nerve, because I had a similar experience on American Airlines about 7 years ago. I was transporting a classical style Taylor guitar from Missouri to Maine to perform for a friend’s wedding (BTW, Taylor makes great guitars, as Dave and I both know). Out of the airplane window I saw some moron slamming my guitar case onto the top of a luggage cart on the tarmac. It was totally needless and vicious. I was outraged. When I got the guitar back in Maine, the case was banged up, a latch had been ripped from the hard shell case and the internal microphone battery had been jolted out of the internal battery-holder. Why did I entrust my guitar to the airline? Because they had told me that checking it was the ONLY way to transport my guitar.
On the way back to Missouri, I got my way and gate checked it. This episode left me with a bad feeling. Now I feel better, though, because Dave Carroll went to a lot of trouble to tell his story in detail. The song goes on for awhile (probably an indication of the intensity of his frustration), but you’ll get the idea within a minute or two. Cute video to go with the music.
Way to go, Dave!
Humor • Noteworthy • music • travel
By Erich Vieth on July 07th, 2009
Pretentious luxury on the cheap at the Drake
What gives with these fancy hotels? [Warning: Rant thinly disguised as objective information]
My wife and I live in St. Louis Missouri. Yesterday, we decided that I should take my two daughters to Chicago in early August, so today I made some arrangements. Now time is money–I don’t want to be driving into downtown Chicago from a cheaper suburban hotel every day, wasting time sitting in traffic, when we should be spending every waking moment at Chicago’s world-class museums and aquarium. Therefore, I set out to get accommodations right in the heart of Chicago. Knowing that this could be quite expensive, however, I did a bit of shopping through some frugal travel websites. I ended up at Priceline.com, the site where William Shatner’s puffy image beckons me to come on in and save money (here I am being judgmental because Captain Kirk let himself go to pot).
At Priceline, I saw that one could pick a hotel in downtown Chicago and pay anywhere from $150 to $500 per night. None of that for me! I decided to bid on a hotel room. For those of you who have never bid on a hotel room, the Priceline system offers substantial savings to you if you’re willing to bid on a hotel room in a specific region of a city without knowing the name of the hotel that you will be assigned (assuming that your bid is high enough to purchase any hotel room at all). I indicated that I was willing to pay $100 per night for a 3 1/2 star hotel room in “zone five” of downtown Chicago. I figured that my modest bid would probably be rejected, but I was wrong.
I had successfully purchased several nights at the Drake Hotel, which is just north of the Water Tower on The Magnificent Mile. Before placing the winning bid, I didn’t know anything at all about the Drake Hotel, so I visited the Drake’s site. You’ll see lots of images of the kinds of carefree and well-to-do people who burn their money at the Drake. Many of the pictures at Drake website made me think of politicians hanging around with their mistresses.
I saw that rooms typically range in price from $250-$350 per night. Sounds like I got quite a deal, right? Actually, the Drake is doing us all a service by charging a such outrageous prices (well, charging every body else such outrageous prices). They are making sure that when we stay there, that we are safely secluded from the riffraff, because the riffraff cannot afford to stay there. Extremely clever.
By Erich Vieth on June 21st, 2009
Unnerving bus trips south of the border
I’m never forget my bus trip to Otavalo, two hours north of Quito Ecuador. I was traveling with my friend (”Susan”) back in December, 1998. We decided to take the public bus from Quito. The trip only cost a couple dollars. All kinds of people, and several kinds of animals (e.g., chickens) piled onto the bus and off we went toward Otavalo, over some rather serious hills. It turned out to be a bus ride strong of heart. The bus driver took us around some rather serious mountain curves at high speeds that suggested that our high center of gravity would topple the bus over the edge of the road and it would then tumble down the mountain and burst into flames. This sort of accident never happened, but I was fairly certain it was going to happen. In fact, I was absolutely certain that it was going to happen on several occasions. Susan and I both agreed that we should not be alive today based upon that bus ride. Not only did the driver take the bus around sharp curves, but he passed other buses on the outside while going uphill around many of those same sharp blind curves.
I will admit, the bus ride only cost us two dollars each, but we assumed that we would feel safe to our journey. Even before we got to the twisting mountain roads, the bus sped along since straight highway at about 60 miles an hour, even though there was a 3-foot shoulder on which tiny children were walking to school. Some of those children looked to be only four or five years old. I couldn’t believe that the bus was actually shooting past these children, only two or three feet away. It made us all the more nervous to see flowers and crucifixes marking the highway deaths every few miles.
Actually, I haven’t come to the part of the story that made me the most nervous. While we were speeding around mountain curves, passing on the outside, the driver called to his assistant and told him to check out a mechanical problem with the bus. The driver did not pull over. Instead, the assistant opened up a panel on the floor of the bus (just to the right of the bus driver) and was reaching down into that big a hole with some tools while the bus was speeding around the mountain curves.
By Erich Vieth on June 16th, 2009
Public transportation slows me down
I had neck surgery two weeks ago and I’ll be wearing a cervical collar for another four weeks. My cervical collar restricts my neck movements quite a bit. Many people are surprised that it is nonetheless legal for me to drive a car even while my neck motion is so restricted. It’s not legal to drive while wearing a cervical collar in every state, although in Missouri and many other states, it is legal.
Not that I’m comfortable driving a car without the ability to rotate my neck freely. I’ve only done it twice during the past two weeks, and it was on low-traffic roads during off-peak driving periods. For the most part, I now get around by exploiting a public transportation monthly pass. Using public transportation has slowed me down quite a bit, but I’m enjoying it immensely. I’m learning the routes much better than I ever did before, and I’m seeing that it’s possible to get a lot done without a car, even in St. Louis, because we have a fair number of bus routes in the city, along with several light rail lines.
What I’ve repeatedly noticed is that you can’t just get anywhere you want. Now can you get where you want when you want to. You need to check the schedule and work with the system. Sometimes, the buses are not exactly on time. If you’re not careful, you’ll just miss a bus and then you’ll need to wait another 20 minutes for the next one. If you don’t think ahead, you’ll get rained on because you forgot to bring your umbrella. Sometimes, the places you want to go are not exactly on the bus route, and you might have to walk a mile after getting off the bus. If you have something that you need to bring along, you can’t put it in the trunk because there is no trunk. You either carry it with you or you don’t bring it at all. I find that I’m really becoming much more empathetic about other folks who must use public transportation. Yesterday, I because really frustrated when I saw a woman barely miss the bus.
What if you need to take your kids somewhere and you don’t have a car? Well, you use public transportation. Last week I saw a woman with five young children pile them all onto the bus. They were all quiet and well-behaved as their mother carefully put six bus fares in the fare box.
There’s also quite a few characters on public buses. Today, I sat next to a man who was selling pirated DVDs to fellow passengers. One woman told him that she didn’t need a DVD, so he told her that he sold cosmetics too. His entire inventory of DVDs and cosmetics was in a paper bag that he carried along with him.
It’s inspiring to see how often people in public buses help each other out, helping each other with the doors or with each other’s bags, or calling out to the bus driver if someone needs a little extra help. There’s other kinds of characters too. Some of them don’t smell so good. Others talk to themselves rapidly. Some of them are extremely friendly and willing to give lots of encouragement to a stranger with a neck brace. Others sit quietly and still others look notably confused. Many people strike up animated and entertaining conversations with fellow passengers, oftentimes with people they don’t know. Many of the passengers are overweight, and it’s tempting to see how they will fit themselves into the smallish seats between two equally large passengers.
Taking a bus is much different than driving a car. When you take a bus, you don’t have to worry about your car. You don’t have to worry about maintaining it or parking it or keeping it from being stolen. You don’t have to worry about getting distracted and running over a young child in a crosswalk.
What I most notice about taking the bus, however, is that the rhythm of life changes. I can’t have what I want exactly what I want it anymore. I can’t just get downtown in 12 minutes on a whim. Rather, it will take 10 minutes to get to the bus stop, another 20 or 30 minutes to catch a bus up to the light rail stop, and another 10 or 15 minutes to get downtown on the light rail. It really does take about four times as long for me to travel one way to my place of employment (that’s about twice as long as it takes to ride a bike there– I’ve been told that a bill to ride a bike again in about a month or two).
Some might think that it would be extremely frustrating to not get where you want when you want to get there, but I’m finding that these moments are golden opportunities to think about important things and not important things, and to enjoy being out in the world with a lot of decent people who don’t have fancy cars or fancy houses. There’s not a lot of bus passengers trying to impress each other with what they own because on the bus most people don’t own much. You can see it for the way they dress and you can see it from how they talk. You won’t hear people bragging about taking a trip to some fancy vacation spot. There’s nobody trying to impress anyone else with his BMW. You won’t hear people confusing who they are with what they own.
It’s all so refreshing, relaxing, therapeutic, normal.
By Mindy Carney on June 01st, 2009
Glorious colors wash over Sydney -
Wow. I am so wishing I could hop a plane to Australia right now - and not just to visit Hank. Check out these photos of the light show currently on display in Sydney. What a beautiful artistic expression!
Art • Community • Inspirational • Noteworthy • photography • travel
