Revelations of symmetry: the hidden surreal...

As I wrote about in last week's post, I took my iPhone with me on my weekend morning run--glorious autumn in Sabino Canyon...

...Later that evening I was playing around with a couple of the scenes--turned one into a black-and-white, and then thought it might be fun to 'mirror' the black and white version, lining it up with the original color photo; below is the result:

A bit trippy; I was pleased with how it turned out.

So, the next day, while on my lunch break, I thought I'd play around with 'mirroring' another photo--from a recent trail-run into Bear Canyon. When I finished flipping the photo and placing it next to the original, I was surprised by what I saw staring back at me:

Symmetry brings out unforeseen patterns;

the brain wants to impose sense;

faces and anthropomorphic figures pop out.

Surreal.

So then--back to a reflective landscape from Sabino Canyon--

cottonwoods glowing under the desert sun...

I was floored by the result: 

 Whoa.

That face at the bottom...

With its enigmatic Mona-Lisa-smile--

serendipity of underwater undulations in the sand and gravel...

Onto a monsoon downpour over the desert--

 vague notions of a UFO in the sky;

weather marching ominously over the saguaros:

 From the Sonoran desert to Seoul--from landscapes to architectural details--the roof of the Throne Hall of Gyeongbok Palace--flipped on its side and mirrored:

 --fractal, almost...

And then from the traditional to the post-modern, still in Seoul--Daniel Liebeskind's "Tangent" (HQ for Hyuundai Development Company), "cubed:"

...back to landscape.
Can you recognize where this melting scene comes from?

 (Is that a rock-star's face in the middle?)

Mt. Rainier.

The idea of faces--I went back to my Sabino Canyon landscape with the eerie face--decided to triple it:

Without getting overly theological,

it's interesting to see a trinitarian head appear where,

in nature, there's nothing...

Back to Seoul:

a floating roof, 

guarded by two 'haetae:'

More architecture--the Loreto Chapel's 'miraculous' spiral staircase in Santa Fe, NM...
the spiral becomes the infinitely impossible:

 Radial symmetry can be hypnotic.

Some sculpture--the 'tree of hearts' on a jetty jutting out into the Sea of Japan,
in Sokcho, along the NE coast of S. Korea:

St. Louis' Gateway Arch becomes a gaping celestial maw:

The 18th-century San Francisco de Asis adobe church in Taos, NM
transforms into an evocation of a moai head from Easter Island, no? 

And now, back to Tucson for something from just a few hours ago. 
With some out-of-town friends, we went for an evening walk in Sabino Canyon...this time, my eye looking for shadow-and-rock jutting into the sky, wondering what symmetry will reveal...Below, a before-and-after comparison of a mountaintop:

And here's a close-up of the cropped-copied-and-rotated end-result:

 Vaguely Mayan?

A carved bar of gold?

Eagles? Foxes? Jaguar heads?

To conclude,

a couple more scenes from Seoul--

Korean architecture just seems to lend itself to 

this kaleidoscopic treatment: 

--one of the stone 'haetae' (mythical fire-eating dragon-dogs) guardian statues in front of Gwanghwamun gate, the main ceremonial entrance to the Joseon-dynasty-era Gyeongbok Palace, in the center of Seoul. 

And finally, more intricately painted eaves, coming at you from the night sky...

What's coming at you? What do you see?

November morning in the canyon...

Fall is subtle in most of the Sonoran desert; saguaros don't exactly have leaves that erupt into color. But in the riparian canyons, where cottonwoods line the creeks, there are corridors of autumn foliage to be found. 

I took my iPhone with me this morning on my run in Sabino Canyon, on the NE edge of Tucson. The cottonwoods are just beginning to turn...

The summer monsoon rains are a distant memory now, and the winter rains are still a few weeks off, so the creek has mostly dried up--but a few reflecting pools remain...

...about two-and-a-half miles into the Canyon:

...we haven't had a hard freeze yet, 

so a few summer wildflowers are still blooming:

...in the mid-morning sun, reflection of cottonwoods beneath "The Acropolis:"

There are still a few weeks left to enjoy the desert canyon autumn--the sycamore and ash haven't really begun to turn yet; most years, peak color along Sabino creek is isn't until late December.

From the Santa Catalinas to San Diego and back

October is almost gone; having visitors at the beginning of the month, and then going to California last weekend has made the month fly...

A couple of weeks ago, I drove up to the top of the Santa Catalina Mountains one afternoon after work--the forest was alive with fall color, an unexpected change from the cactus-studded lower slopes around Tucson...These scenes are from 'Bear Wallow,' around mile 22 up the Catalina Highway:

Above 8000 ft., there are a couple of little valleys whose soil and microclimate are just right to support deciduous woods more reminiscent of a Northeastern forest...Drive up high enough in Arizona, and you will find autumn at the top of a 'sky island' in the desert.

Driving back down at sunset, about halfway down,

looking out over Thimble Peak and the Tucson mountains beyond...

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Last weekend, in California...

Some of the underwater faces at the Birch Aquarium in San Diego:

Placing my iPhone right up against aquarium glass 

and then waiting for something to swim into view--some fun shots...

clockwise from top left:

weedy seadragon, moray eel, 

a shrimp, and then--

can't resist, must say--"found Nemo"

...watching surfers from Crystal Pier:

...dozens and dozens, calmly waiting...meditative...

While in CA, took advantage of the dining possibilities 

in one of it's 'Asian ETHNOBURBS,' 

a Korean eatery in Chino Hills, east of L.A.:

Inland southern California may lack the glam of the Pacific Coast, but its culinary reality is no less 'Pacific Rim.' No need to venture into urban Los Angeles for a taste of Chinatown or Koreatown--East Asian restaurants full of East Asian families are part of the scene in what have come to be called the 'ethnoburbs' of 21st-century suburbia.

If you find yourself passing through Chino Hills east of L.A., check out "Young Dong Tofu." Korean BBQ is becoming ubiquitous, ('it's the new Thai'), but "soon-du-bu" is still off most non-Koreans' radar. Snicker if you must at the restaurant's name, but it's named after a district in Seoul. And inside this unpretentious strip-mall-eatery, you can imagine yourself in the Korean capital.

Complimentary pancakes wih soy-scallion sauce greet you as you contemplate the Eng./Kor./Chinese paper placemat menu. Resist the bbq temptation and go for one of the boiling red bowls of 'soondubu' tofu soup--Korean comfort food. (Don't let the color scare you--it's not THAT spicy.) Your side of rice will arrive in an oven-heated 'dol-soht' stone bowl, along with a mini-buffet of 'bahn-chahn' side-dishes; the kimchi is awesome. The bowl of raw eggs is not a mistake, nor is it a health-hazard--they're meant to be broken into your soup, which will arrive still bubbling--the egg will be quickly poached in your fiery mini-cauldron.

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A few days ago, after work, I decided to go for a trail-run into Bear Canyon,

at the base of the Santa Catalina Mountains--

such a contrast from the evergreen-and-deciduous forest at the top:

About a half-mile in, there's a natural arch up the eastern wall:

Overlooking the entrance of the canyon:

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 And, from just a few hours ago, tonight--moonrise over the Santa Catalinas:

faces, food, landscapes

The first week of October was a vacation-week for me. (The school district I work for tried something new this year: after the first quarter, a week off--a welcome break for students AND teachers.) Good timing, as we had an out-of-town friend and family reunion at our home in Tucson...which led to walks in the desert and eating out...

So, a few local highlights for this posting.

First, some Mexican folk-art faces, on the walls and floating above the tables in Elvira's, down in Tubac, about an hour south of Tucson.

And, from what is truly one of the best restaurants in southern Arizona, 

downtown Tucson's Café Poca Cosa:

Close to home--a bloom on a cactus in the backyard:

--and now, from the kitchen. My mother, who is Korean, has been showing us some things.
Here's "goh-sah-ree" (also spelled 'gosari')--technically 'bracken fern' but also called 'fiddleheads'--'têtes de violon' in French. (I've seen them in the frozen section of grocery stores in Québec.)

Soaked, then steamed and sautéed with garlic, sesame, and green onion--

gosari is one of my favorite things to eat--

one of those Proustian childhood-memory-inducing tastes...

If you've never had it--

it's simultaneously redolent of asparagus, mushroom, and beef...

...and, speaking of beef:

"Kalbi!!!" Korean-style beef short-ribs. Mmm mmm.

I almost never order them in a restaurant, because

Mom's recipe is always better. 

The link above is to a simplified recipe, but you'll get the idea.

Get the ribs cut 'flanken style'...

For the soy/sesame-based marinade, add a purée of garlic, ginger, onion

Asian pear (for tenderizing) and--a modern touch for tenderness and tang--some kiwi.

Let the beef marinate up to overnight before grilling or broiling. 

...out of the kitchen, into the desert...

The other night, on the way to some friends' for dinner, I just had to pull over to get this phone-shot--check out the 'double-helix' cloud on the right:

...and then as the sunset continued to 'ripen,' the strands got taller and pinker:

--from down in Tumacácori, the Santa Cruz Chili Co., across from the old Spanish mission.

One of my new favorite apps on my iPhone is ColorSplash; I used it on the above cactus flower and chili sign photos...here are a couple more photos edited with it--fun with selective desaturation:

--seeing the landscape through my wife's eyes, 

Horseshoe Bend on the Colorado River, just south of Page, AZ 

...and back in Tucson; reflection of autumn color (which peaks in December) 
along the creek in Sabino Canyon

cosmic bucket

Once in a while, I'll take my iPhone with me on my long weekend run.

During the couple of months leading up to this past Monday's Saguaro Nat'l Park Labor Day run, I'd been running out there, but this morning I went back up to Sabino Canyon. With the recent rains, the desert is green:

The typical pattern here in the summer is clear mornings,

with clouds building in the afternoon,

and then evening thunderstorms...

But today began with clouds.

Ominous saguaros...

Some 'paperflower' in bloom...

(I've been playing with my new 

photo-editing 

 'flavor-of-the-month,'

an app called "ColorSplash")

so green!

Running into the canyon,

after about 2.5 miles,

a reflecting pool below Thimble Peak:

Nice to have so much water;

a couple of months ago, this pool had completely dried up...

Plenty of sacred datura blooms

(a.k.a. 'jimson weed' or even 'Indian whiskey')

...and morning-glory:

(another "ColorSplashed" shot)

...as I came back out of the Canyon, though, the sky had turned ominous,

curtains of rain on the horizon...

and then--WHOA!

--like some cosmic bucket pouring out over the vastness...

It's unusual to have a morning thunderstorm;

 this cell came rolling over the Rincon Mountains from the east...

And that was this morning around Tucson.

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The other day, I came across this passage, 

written by Ray Bradbury, who passed away just this past June:

“Well now, when was the last time you ran to a library and took home more books than you could read, like stacked loaves of bread, warm in your arms, waiting to be chewed? When, for that matter, was the last time you opened a book, placed it to your nose, and gave a great sniff? Heaven! The smell of bread, baking. When was the last time that you found a really great old book store and wandered through it hour after hour, alone, finding yourself on the shelves. With no list, no intellectual priorities, just wandering, snuffing the dust, plucking the pigeon books off the shelves to read their entrails and, not in love, putting them back, or in love, toting them home? To be lost in time is to find your roots.”

another Labor Day, another Saguaro Nat'l Park RUN...AND a fusion-recipe

I've been back at work in the classroom for just over a month now...

and on this blessed day off, I woke up at 4:30 a.m.?!

...to join a thousand+ runners in Saguaro Nat'l Park...

...and this was the third year-in-a-row for me...

(My wife took the above photo--the red cap--that's me...

the Santa Catalina Mountains are in the background.)

I made my time goal (2 min faster than last year, solid middle-of-the-pack), and a fleet-of-foot-friend of mine won his age-division. Again! Our wives and a friend came along as cheering spectators. We had no idea they'd put together a sign--so just past mile 5, after the worst of the climbing (see elevation profile below), we read these words:

Got the t-shirt. 

Run in the desert regularly, and you'll definitely see roadrunners of the avian kind...

And here are a couple of graphics--the elevation profile and the route in the Rincon foothills:

 (from http://www.azroadrunners.org)

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Just a couple more random iPhone-photo shots...

While weeding in the backyard the other day, this caught my eye:

Looks like an underwater scene, eh? Cactus blooms still amaze me... 

And then last night,

our friend José-Luis made us his renowned ceviche.

The secret ingredient?

A dash of oyster sauce to complement

the Tapatío!

¡Viva fusion!

We made kimchi-pineapple-quesadillas to go with it.

A pre-race meal of champions, ¿no?

quick recipe:

KIMCHI-PINEAPLE-QUESADILLAS

--inspired by the Kogi taco-trucks of L.A.--

Use large flour tortillas.

For the filling:

coarsely chopped kimchi--the 'riper' the better

thin slices of fresh pineapple

(canned is o.k.)

shredded Mexican cheese

thin slices of pepper-jack cheese

Before folding and grilling,

sprinkle either toasted sesame seeds

or 'furikake' seasoning

on top of the cheesy-tangy filling.

Buen provecho & chap-su-se-yo!