This is not great photography. For sure it is not art. It is a simple photo snapped by me this evening as I waited outside the karate class my grandson attends a few nights a week in southern California. I paste the photo here to augment the post below on the multiple-aspects of the state and the impossibility of capturing its essence.
I rather liked the view of the palm trees dominating a sky that all day has produced heavy, vicious rain that flooded the garden, flowed through the ill-drained garage, and turned the roads into swimming pools. And I like the view of the roofs of expensive houses that anywhere else would be the cheap houses of the poor.
He is an aggressive kid. Demanding as only a spoilt child of the privileged in southern California could be. To help him deal with the aggression, we enrolled him at five in karate. He took to it immediately, and now a year later, he has a green belt and the self-confidence that goes with being the grandson of the four immigrants who are his grandparents.
Both his parents are engineers. One consults to the mining industry–hence I am justified in posting these ruminations here. The mining consultant spent all day writing reports on the deformation of a mining waste facility. Hence I had to kid-sit all day. I, the agro-grandson, and his equally determined sister, swam in the solar-heated pool this morning and enjoyed hours in the hot tub. Then we folded origami as he tried to master the intricacies of paper folding. And we watched old Disney movies on the VHS player–most are not out of DVD so why not enjoy old investments?
The point is as in my posting below: mining is making us money with which to enjoy our kids and grandkids and to provide them with the means to progress. Hence I repeat my call: more mining well done and more happy and successful grandkids. And another view of the sky from outside the karate school.