<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 17:57:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>coffee siphon</category><category>Tehachapi Mountains</category><category>Interstate 5</category><category>art deco</category><category>O'Henry peach</category><category>Tadich Grill</category><category>Rajat Parr</category><category>Blue Bottle Coffee</category><category>Napa</category><category>San Francisco</category><category>Lebec</category><category>Frog Hollow Farms</category><category>neon</category><category>RN74</category><category>St. Helena</category><category>Cakebread Cellars</category><category>Enomatic</category><category>El Bonita Motel</category><category>Michael Mina</category><category>Carol Doda</category><category>Bay Bridge</category><category>grapes</category><title>The Sluice Box</title><description>A changing mix of pictures, observations, and discoveries.</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-7688982022851944130</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 06:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-02T10:57:22.050-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mid-Century Tableau, Palm Springs Style</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3E1A_UdK0Ck/T8msjHItbnI/AAAAAAAABg8/F3HNIZsNZkE/s800/ps_car_house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfPrMXWRjLk/T8pSYqDt2bI/AAAAAAAABhI/x6-pxRLxfaQ/s800/ps_car_house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfPrMXWRjLk/T8pSYqDt2bI/AAAAAAAABhI/x6-pxRLxfaQ/s1600/ps_car_house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Somehow a few quintessential Palm Springs icons managed to converge, a mid-century modern butterfly house, a 1968 Mercury Montclair, and a few palm trees. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-7688982022851944130?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2012/06/mid-century-tableau-palm-springs-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QfPrMXWRjLk/T8pSYqDt2bI/AAAAAAAABhI/x6-pxRLxfaQ/s72-c/ps_car_house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-1483339306408902849</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 21:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-13T14:34:23.996-07:00</atom:updated><title>Griffith Observatory, Los Angeles</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3zMa7zdmRM/T7AmyOK09HI/AAAAAAAABgw/y2OXqcbw66k/s800/griffiths.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3zMa7zdmRM/T7AmyOK09HI/AAAAAAAABgw/y2OXqcbw66k/s1600/griffiths.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Los Angeles suddenly made more sense when I had a chance to view it from a higher perspective. &amp;nbsp;Griffith Observatory provided an unmatched vantage point for seeing the city in its entirety. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-1483339306408902849?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2012/05/griffith-observatory-los-angeles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3zMa7zdmRM/T7AmyOK09HI/AAAAAAAABgw/y2OXqcbw66k/s72-c/griffiths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-4214529410534390104</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 22:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-27T15:39:09.487-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mid-Century Modern, Beverly Hills</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQTQa82CvtE/T5sdKgtFk6I/AAAAAAAABgk/PKyg0r26Zy8/s800/MCM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQTQa82CvtE/T5sdKgtFk6I/AAAAAAAABgk/PKyg0r26Zy8/s1600/MCM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was captivated by the graphic nature of this early 60s building, located at 9720 Wilshire Boulevard in Beverly Hills. &amp;nbsp; The entry plaza continues the geometric theme with large white circles scattered over a darker surface. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-4214529410534390104?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2012/04/mid-century-modern-beverly-hills.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQTQa82CvtE/T5sdKgtFk6I/AAAAAAAABgk/PKyg0r26Zy8/s72-c/MCM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-8044226789647776812</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 23:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-14T16:55:40.926-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Spaceship Has Landed</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1VdKpRRgVGM/T4oMQEQHHZI/AAAAAAAABgc/R_oJguEd_g8/s800/rocket.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 675px; " src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1VdKpRRgVGM/T4oMQEQHHZI/AAAAAAAABgc/R_oJguEd_g8/s800/rocket.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For about two years this retro futuristic spaceship has been located on San Francisco's waterfront, just south of the Ferry Building.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-8044226789647776812?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2012/04/spaceship-has-landed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1VdKpRRgVGM/T4oMQEQHHZI/AAAAAAAABgc/R_oJguEd_g8/s72-c/rocket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-9192925729141076828</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-25T09:49:49.003-08:00</atom:updated><title>Napa Valley in Winter:  Yountville Mustard Field</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5SmIpG3MdrQ/T0kaJyJRj0I/AAAAAAAABgA/O_LLQYHyt4I/s800/mustard_sm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5SmIpG3MdrQ/T0kaJyJRj0I/AAAAAAAABgA/O_LLQYHyt4I/s800/mustard_sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;While driving to Yountville, for lunch at Bistro Jeanty, we passed a field of brilliant yellow mustard.  We did a u-turn to go back and have a closer look.  The field attracted a number of people, nearly all of whom were busy taking photographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After lunch we walked along Washington Street to see The French Laundry.  Across the street we noticed the vegetable garden that the restaurant cultivates.  Surprisingly, it's completely open, without any fencing or barrier.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-i6dcT7TP87g/T0kdHL82H9I/AAAAAAAABgI/NYUTO_0ms-s/s800/swisschard.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-9192925729141076828?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2012/02/napa-valley-in-winter-yountville.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5SmIpG3MdrQ/T0kaJyJRj0I/AAAAAAAABgA/O_LLQYHyt4I/s72-c/mustard_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-4814757703026140789</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2012 23:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-06T15:14:37.173-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Last Sunset of 2011, Palm Springs</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dtbQdJ5EKpw/Twd-lGBy12I/AAAAAAAABf4/607UxxHbDlQ/s800/PS_NY_2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 299px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dtbQdJ5EKpw/Twd-lGBy12I/AAAAAAAABf4/607UxxHbDlQ/s800/PS_NY_2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I glanced toward the San Jacinto Mountains I realized I was watching the last sunset of 2011.  I'm reminded of the question, "What's the best camera?"  The usual response is "The one you have with you."  In this case, I'm happy I had a phone with a camera.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-4814757703026140789?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2012/01/last-sunset-of-2011-palm-springs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dtbQdJ5EKpw/Twd-lGBy12I/AAAAAAAABf4/607UxxHbDlQ/s72-c/PS_NY_2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-6621076197805122908</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-27T10:37:56.888-08:00</atom:updated><title>Between Storms</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9XROyQhgwo8/TtJ79iWOMuI/AAAAAAAABfw/LL_A9gGez4k/s800/skyline.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9XROyQhgwo8/TtJ79iWOMuI/AAAAAAAABfw/LL_A9gGez4k/s800/skyline.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;The combination of setting sun and dark background clouds gave the city an other-wordly look.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-6621076197805122908?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/11/between-storms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9XROyQhgwo8/TtJ79iWOMuI/AAAAAAAABfw/LL_A9gGez4k/s72-c/skyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-5337693817515006609</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-20T19:13:41.132-08:00</atom:updated><title>Late Fall in Sonoma County</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0TfJs17-58/Tsm-wSa5wII/AAAAAAAABfo/GAqEMx8jO9k/s800/Stuhlmeyer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0TfJs17-58/Tsm-wSa5wII/AAAAAAAABfo/GAqEMx8jO9k/s1600/Stuhlmeyer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Came across this scene while wine tasting at the Stuhlmuller winery in Sonoma's beautiful Alexander Valley. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oak barrels are temporarily outside to dry after workers finished cleaning them. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-5337693817515006609?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/11/late-fall-in-sonoma-county.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0TfJs17-58/Tsm-wSa5wII/AAAAAAAABfo/GAqEMx8jO9k/s72-c/Stuhlmeyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-7870366363975749180</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-22T18:01:47.160-07:00</atom:updated><title>Arizona Biltmore</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNl-Y-15TEM/TqNk3Xb5u3I/AAAAAAAABfU/sF0I-a3Z3J8/s800/biltmore_sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNl-Y-15TEM/TqNk3Xb5u3I/AAAAAAAABfU/sF0I-a3Z3J8/s1600/biltmore_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For a recent trip to Phoenix I thought the Arizona Biltmore would provide a pleasant place to stay, primarily for its good architecture and striking natural setting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Although the hotel bears a strong resemblance to the works of Frank Lloyd Wright, it's not one of his buildings. &amp;nbsp;The architect was Albert McArthur, who worked at one time as a draftsman for Wright. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The original portion of the hotel opened in 1929, with many consecutive additions over the years. &amp;nbsp;I stayed in the newest addition, the Ocatilla building. &amp;nbsp;There were a few kinks with the room, but overall the Biltmore served as a comfortable refuge for the few days I was in Phoenix. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-7870366363975749180?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/10/arizona-biltmore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNl-Y-15TEM/TqNk3Xb5u3I/AAAAAAAABfU/sF0I-a3Z3J8/s72-c/biltmore_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-4563461316492500400</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2011 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-08T09:06:31.081-07:00</atom:updated><title>Arizona</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzFaM03NPy0/TpByr4caUaI/AAAAAAAABfI/_srqE4dl1Xs/s800/cactus2final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzFaM03NPy0/TpByr4caUaI/AAAAAAAABfI/_srqE4dl1Xs/s1600/cactus2final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Every now and then I'll visit a place that manages to mesh exactly with how I envisioned it looking. &amp;nbsp;This saguaro cactus was on a hill just beyond the edge of a Phoenix parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-4563461316492500400?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/10/arizona.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzFaM03NPy0/TpByr4caUaI/AAAAAAAABfI/_srqE4dl1Xs/s72-c/cactus2final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-9121234752141669398</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 04:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-28T21:19:10.780-07:00</atom:updated><title>Giant Dipper</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbqzSznIuLU/ToPrPMwX7hI/AAAAAAAABe0/YRcJBTx90mg/s800/san%252520diego%252520roller.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbqzSznIuLU/ToPrPMwX7hI/AAAAAAAABe0/YRcJBTx90mg/s1600/san%252520diego%252520roller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I watched the cars zip up and down the tracks, trying to determine whether my reaction to riding would tend more toward thrilled or terrorized. &amp;nbsp;As fun as it looked,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I couldn't quite make the decision to ride San Diego's Giant Dipper Roller Coaster. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-9121234752141669398?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/09/giant-dipper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KbqzSznIuLU/ToPrPMwX7hI/AAAAAAAABe0/YRcJBTx90mg/s72-c/san%252520diego%252520roller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-3545906169476748576</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2011 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-11T13:03:33.115-07:00</atom:updated><title>Waning Days of Summer</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B07zACfcsJ4/TmYy1kbrPiI/AAAAAAAABes/jfyPd8uO1rQ/s800/san%252520diego%252520beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B07zACfcsJ4/TmYy1kbrPiI/AAAAAAAABes/jfyPd8uO1rQ/s1600/san%252520diego%252520beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The view from the San Diego beach house provided a vantage point to watch the ever-changing groups of people playing volleyball, from sunrise to sunset. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-3545906169476748576?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/09/waning-days-of-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B07zACfcsJ4/TmYy1kbrPiI/AAAAAAAABes/jfyPd8uO1rQ/s72-c/san%252520diego%252520beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-6193950670223522234</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-14T19:26:28.240-07:00</atom:updated><title>Palm Springs Modernism</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XQVQQfYbkXo/Tkh6WNAWnPI/AAAAAAAABeM/4o7MnYsGZlc/s800/araby.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XQVQQfYbkXo/Tkh6WNAWnPI/AAAAAAAABeM/4o7MnYsGZlc/s800/araby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The cluster of houses at Park Imperial South in Palm Springs serves as a living museum of 1960s modern architecture, with signature visual elements such as the zigzag folds of the roofs and the patterned block walls.  The owners have been meticulous about maintaining the original design of the few dozen houses that make up the neighborhood.  I'm curious to see what lies behind these largely opaque walls.          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-6193950670223522234?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/08/palm-springs-modernism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XQVQQfYbkXo/Tkh6WNAWnPI/AAAAAAAABeM/4o7MnYsGZlc/s72-c/araby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-8432789590239020339</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2011 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-06T15:11:33.766-07:00</atom:updated><title>Palm Spring's Mesa Gatehouse</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-p8ptP73EWUk/Tj1qBhOHcWI/AAAAAAAABd4/YcM4u2pyrvA/s800/mesa%252520gate.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-p8ptP73EWUk/Tj1qBhOHcWI/AAAAAAAABd4/YcM4u2pyrvA/s800/mesa%252520gate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the entrance to Palm Spring's Mesa neighborhood there's a small masonry structure that looks like it's out of the Wild West.  I've heard two stories about it, one that's factual and the other that might be embellished with a bit of romantic embroidery.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The gatehouse was built in the 1920s-1930s as an initial flourish for a housing development situated at the base of the San Jacinto Mountains. This timeframe is also when Prohibition was in force in the US.  I've been told by a resident that the gatehouse served as a lookout for a speakeasy located up the street.  I'm not sure whether this tale would pass the fact checking department of a newspaper, but I thought it was too charming of a tale not to pass along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-8432789590239020339?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/08/palm-springs-mesa-gatehouse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-p8ptP73EWUk/Tj1qBhOHcWI/AAAAAAAABd4/YcM4u2pyrvA/s72-c/mesa%252520gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-2715025464826071529</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-24T20:54:20.975-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sunflower Power</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NzPTNkWZH90/TiznIeHAQDI/AAAAAAAABdo/DdXqcRRR9r4/s800/sunflower.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 600px; " src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NzPTNkWZH90/TiznIeHAQDI/AAAAAAAABdo/DdXqcRRR9r4/s800/sunflower.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The wedding hosts were thoughtful to arrange for a single sunflower to brighten an otherwise generic hotel room in Hopland, California.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-2715025464826071529?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/07/sunflower-power.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NzPTNkWZH90/TiznIeHAQDI/AAAAAAAABdo/DdXqcRRR9r4/s72-c/sunflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-2424721871255428279</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-04T10:06:24.629-07:00</atom:updated><title>Red, White, and Blueberry</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pCo02x6cXr8/ThHoy6HxQJI/AAAAAAAABdc/6YCNsA3v7_w/s800/fruit.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 675px; " src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pCo02x6cXr8/ThHoy6HxQJI/AAAAAAAABdc/6YCNsA3v7_w/s800/fruit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quite by accident I managed to gather together three of my favorite summer berries during separate trips to the farmers market and the grocery store.  I had my first real taste of summer when I discovered the proliferation of fruit in the refrigerator and was able to throw together an assortment of raspberries, blueberries, and strawberries.  Happy Fourth of July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-2424721871255428279?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/07/red-white-and-blueberry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pCo02x6cXr8/ThHoy6HxQJI/AAAAAAAABdc/6YCNsA3v7_w/s72-c/fruit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-2585060852132681054</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-26T21:46:34.969-07:00</atom:updated><title>Frozen Assets:  Hand Cut Ice</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-05Dd9zjuUm4/Tf1xyzaG8tI/AAAAAAAABdI/rpyTCyjYxwE/s800/ice.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 752px; " src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-05Dd9zjuUm4/Tf1xyzaG8tI/AAAAAAAABdI/rpyTCyjYxwE/s800/ice.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've heard passing mention of hand cut ice but figured it was simply the stuff of mythology.  I finally encountered a gorgeous rectangular block of it in a pre-dinner drink at Bar Agricole.  There may be practical benefits with manually chiseled ice, but as far as I'm concerned it's all about the clink and dazzle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-2585060852132681054?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/06/frozen-assets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-05Dd9zjuUm4/Tf1xyzaG8tI/AAAAAAAABdI/rpyTCyjYxwE/s72-c/ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-3330842009020439877</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-19T20:22:00.130-07:00</atom:updated><title>Summer Fog</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tcZxxep_7ew/Tf1r3qtCOcI/AAAAAAAABc8/YhO32lwXyLE/s800/ggbridge.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 563px; " src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tcZxxep_7ew/Tf1r3qtCOcI/AAAAAAAABc8/YhO32lwXyLE/s800/ggbridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A warm and sunny weekend in the Wine Country rapidly became a memory as we drove through Marin toward the fog-shrouded Golden Gate Bridge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-3330842009020439877?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/06/summer-fog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tcZxxep_7ew/Tf1r3qtCOcI/AAAAAAAABc8/YhO32lwXyLE/s72-c/ggbridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-6279269822683994307</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-13T20:35:41.006-07:00</atom:updated><title>Russian River Wine Tasting</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pB6GIu57b1k/TfbRtMLCkQI/AAAAAAAABcs/8OlO48duOE8/s800/farrellglasses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 675px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pB6GIu57b1k/TfbRtMLCkQI/AAAAAAAABcs/8OlO48duOE8/s800/farrellglasses.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The tasting room at the Gary Farrell winery, in western Sonoma County, provides the vantage point for a sweeping look across the Russian River Valley.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-6279269822683994307?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/06/russian-river-wine-tasting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pB6GIu57b1k/TfbRtMLCkQI/AAAAAAAABcs/8OlO48duOE8/s72-c/farrellglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-731452645226433288</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-13T20:34:44.389-07:00</atom:updated><title>Russian River Morning</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-V0KLHHXPWwI/TfbUvX-VcSI/AAAAAAAABcw/iT1UqkjDMIA/s800/kayaks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-V0KLHHXPWwI/TfbUvX-VcSI/AAAAAAAABcw/iT1UqkjDMIA/s800/kayaks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rental kayaks ready for an excursion on the Russian River.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-731452645226433288?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/06/russian-river-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-V0KLHHXPWwI/TfbUvX-VcSI/AAAAAAAABcw/iT1UqkjDMIA/s72-c/kayaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-8930270913504340025</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-04T08:43:03.460-07:00</atom:updated><title>Scary Places</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-k8VZE3I38oQ/TepPFh8FjwI/AAAAAAAABcg/ioKLX7te9KI/s800/stairs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 600px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-k8VZE3I38oQ/TepPFh8FjwI/AAAAAAAABcg/ioKLX7te9KI/s800/stairs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With San Francisco's hilly topography, the street I wanted to be on turned out to be overhead (Beale &lt;i&gt;under&lt;/i&gt; Harrison).  I happened to notice a narrow set of stairs that connected to the street above.  The stairwell looked like a good place for bad things to happen.  Faced with a long detour or a quick ascent up the stairs, I crossed my fingers and took the stairs.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-8930270913504340025?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/06/scary-places.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-k8VZE3I38oQ/TepPFh8FjwI/AAAAAAAABcg/ioKLX7te9KI/s72-c/stairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-8908181950750278246</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2011 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-15T14:50:18.338-07:00</atom:updated><title>Palm Springs Morning</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TdBHzfVcpKI/AAAAAAAABcM/6Ldz5lXThmE/s800/morning%20inPS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TdBHzfVcpKI/AAAAAAAABcM/6Ldz5lXThmE/s800/morning%20inPS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a long Palm Springs weekend, I was the last one remaining in the house on a Monday morning.  I got up around sunrise and headed toward a hill that provided a view from Palm Springs down the Coachella Valley.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-8908181950750278246?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/05/palm-springs-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TdBHzfVcpKI/AAAAAAAABcM/6Ldz5lXThmE/s72-c/morning%20inPS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-3113327928768808034</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-01T10:00:01.913-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rearview Mirror</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TanEvjBix3I/AAAAAAAABbE/LxqbyyLZ94o/s800/mirror_final.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 600px; " src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TanEvjBix3I/AAAAAAAABbE/LxqbyyLZ94o/s800/mirror_final.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After discovering Terry Richardson's addicting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terrysdiary.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;photo diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I was inspired to start the day with a camera in my pocket.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Near San Francisco's Financial District there's a massive construction project underway.  For months workers have been demolishing the old bus terminal and the web of elevated ramps that connected it to the Bay Bridge.  At the construction site I noticed a pair of mirrors, one of which caught a reflection of the nearby buildings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-3113327928768808034?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/05/rearview-mirror.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TanEvjBix3I/AAAAAAAABbE/LxqbyyLZ94o/s72-c/mirror_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-4886659337704257842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-24T18:45:58.889-07:00</atom:updated><title>On A Clear Day</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TbTO7WwQMbI/AAAAAAAABcA/Ym4CqLSxLLc/s800/sf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TbTO7WwQMbI/AAAAAAAABcA/Ym4CqLSxLLc/s800/sf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dropped by a real estate agent's open house in a high rise building not so much to look at the unit for sale, but for a chance to check out the view of downtown San Francisco.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The strong winds today pushed away the clouds and fog, providing a miles wide look around the Bay Area.    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Hard to believe that about half the buildings pictured were built during the past 10 years or so.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-4886659337704257842?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/04/on-clear-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TbTO7WwQMbI/AAAAAAAABcA/Ym4CqLSxLLc/s72-c/sf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-661515000305351446.post-6371481075975007625</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 18:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-17T12:20:39.381-07:00</atom:updated><title>American Conservatory Theater</title><description>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TaszWbftx9I/AAAAAAAABbk/dRuuZQJwJr0/s800/ACT%20ceiling.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 600px; " src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TaszWbftx9I/AAAAAAAABbk/dRuuZQJwJr0/s800/ACT%20ceiling.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the performance of Jean-Paul Sartre's "No Exit," the audience was invited up to the stage to take a peek in the small sealed room where most of the play occurred.  In the audience we viewed the actors via video feeds that were projected onto a series of screens above the stage.  Miraculously, the inventive production was able to deliver a remarkable degree of intimacy with the actors, in spite of their being physically hidden from view.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the photo is a view of the 1910 theater's ornate ceiling.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/661515000305351446-6371481075975007625?l=www.thesluicebox.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.thesluicebox.com/2011/04/american-conservatory-theater.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Sluice Box)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/_tzp1Y8mdgwY/TaszWbftx9I/AAAAAAAABbk/dRuuZQJwJr0/s72-c/ACT%20ceiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
