SARHENTARUC JOURNAL

This journal focuses on the art, history, culture, and wildlands of the northern Big Sur coast. Periodic entries and documents appear at random here.

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Thursday
Mar312011

Federico García Lorca's "La Guitarra" — translated by Jaime de Angulo

Melissa Lofton's new guitar

                                   The Guitar

There start the sobs

of the guitar.

With the broken cups

of dawn.

There start the sobs

of the guitar.

No use hushing.

Impossible

to hush.

It cries monotonous

as cries the water,

as cries the wind

over the snow wastes.

Impossible

to hush.

It cries for things

of far away.

Sand of the warm south

asking for white camellias.

It cries arrow without aim,

evening without morrow

and the first dead bird

on the branch.

Oh, guitar!

Heart with wounds

from five swords.

— Federico García Lorca, "La Guitarra," from Poema del Cante Jondo, translation by Jaime de Angulo

 

 

                        La Guitarra

Empieza el llanto

de la guitarra.

Se rompen las copas

de la madrugada.

Empieza el llanto

de la guitarra.

Es inútil

callarla.

Es imposible

callarla.

Llora monótona

como llora el agua,

como llora el viento

sobre la nevada.

Es imposible

callarla.

Llora por cosas

leganas.

Arena del Sur caliente

que pide camelias blancas.

Llora flecha sin blanco,

la tarde sin mañana,

y el primer pájaro muerto

sobre la rama.

¡Oh guitarra!

Corazón malherido

por cinco espadas.

 

Celester Alías, "La veu de la guitarra."

 

 

Tuesday
Mar292011

Sunlight after storm

Upper Rocky Creek.

When a large madrone went toppling into the creek in the last storm — and took several small bays with it — this nest appeared. We don't know whose nest it is. If you think you have an idea, let us know.

Silver lupine.

Black oak budding.

Maple budding.

 

 

Thursday
Mar242011

Wynn Bullock, "Palo Colorado Road" — 1952

This is one of my favorite images of old/new life in this canyon.

Could've been a hundred years ago. Could have been tonight.

 

 

Tuesday
Mar222011

"Road out just south of Rocky Creek..."

 

One thing about the coast highway collapsing is that it can carry you back into the road's history and give you a faint glimpse of what pre-highway life on the coast must have been like. No matter how economically dependent on the coast highway most residents now are, there is almost always a simultaneous sigh of relief as the road shuts down, and the coast, humanly speaking, becomes quieter and more inward — and more neighborly, too, as people are reminded of how ultimately dependent upon one another we still are.

That is, combined with economic worries, most of us also become deeply grateful for the reminder of why we're really here.

The coast trail, and then the wagon road, wound down into every canyon — and then climbed back out again. This is a view from standing on the current Rocky Creek bridge looking back upcanyon. The old wagon road used to run more or less at the contour of the current phone line. It then descended into the canyon and climbed up the saddle just below Division Knoll.

Courtesy Franklin Peace. Image appears in "Big Sur" by Jeff Norman and the Big Sur Historical Society (93).The above is one of the iterations of the wooden bridge across Rocky Creek. You can see that it crosses much upcanyon of the current concrete highway bridge.

But when the highway was built — since it was intended to be scenic — it hugged the coast (with the exception of the Big Sur river valley) no matter how vertical that coast was.

Courtesy Pat Hathaway. Image appears in "Big Sur" by Jeff Norman and the Big Sur Historical Society (96).

If this photo of a steam-shovel building Highway 1 wasn't taken at the exact spot of the current slide, it easily could've been. Notice a couple things in the photograph. First of all, notice the integrity of the slope above the road ahead of the steam-shovel compared to the slope above where it has already passed. Secondly, notice the side-casting being done. Jeff Norman's caption to this photograph includes this sentence: "Here, an operator side-casts the overburden, thus building up the outer edge of the roadway."

One thing that strikes you at the slide is how much of the highway here was built upon just such fill. Big Sur Kate reports that the cribbing you see dates back to "the original convict construction in the 30′s." I heard another report that it dates back to the 1980's — when this stretch was also sliding. (Xasáuan Today has posted on the 1983 slides in this same vicinity).

But whenever this cribbing was put in, it hardly seems well grounded.

And the posts for the guard railing pulled out as clean as toothpicks.

This photograph is taken from the granite nose of the cliff at the south end of Rocky Creek bridge. You can see that between here and the next granite nose the whole hillside above the highway has been sliding. Beyond the next bend and the north end of Bixby Bridge, the mountainside is sliding exactly the same way, too. You can tell by the re-vegetation that the sliding has been going on for a long time.

There is a photo circa 1950 looking southbound to the south end of Rocky Creek bridge that has this sign in it: "End Slide Area."

That is, this stretch of highway has been sliding virtually since it was built.

Geologists are drilling core samples at the slide, presumably to see how far down they have to go before they hit bedrock. A construction worker told me they're also checking saturation levels. He also said they're looking into temporary measures to get the road open as quickly as they can.

But that will mean carving back into an already active slide zone. Is the other question (being whispered?) whether to re-route this whole stretch of the highway?

The coast trail — and wagon road — probably had it right the first time.

But in the meantime — until/unless pedestrians really are prohibited — at least on a sunny day...

...the closed coast road can look a little like a promenade in Antibes.

 

Monday
Mar142011

Spring

A week from the vernal equinox, voices are beginning to say spring.

As a peregrine falcon keeps watch...

...above the waters

...at Point Lobos