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Our Daily Sykes #488 – Not Jean's Reflecting Larch

Earlier today, Sunday, Jean and his family drove in a circles over Stevens, Blewett and Snoqualmie passes. It was not the first time for what is a growing autumnal tradition for the family. They out were looking for golden-yellow larches in higher elevations on the east side of the Cascades, and they, of course, found them. They took a dirt road off of Blewett pass and climbed until they reached snow, which they tested but soon thought worse for it and pulled back when the tires began to spin. Out of the car, they carefully climbed higher thru the snow and Jean, of course, too several photographs. But his is not one of them - although there are larches here. Rather this is, of course, another Horace Sykes slide, and also almost of course we know not where. Perhaps Jean will attach a few of his own larches on Monday morning. (Click to Enlarge and expect an impressionist effect. Horace was apparently focusing on the foreground. Jean's larches will be in focus - if and when he meets the "challenge.")

All righty then, Paul – here’s proof of our larch adventure – a 180 degree pan on the snowy dirt road above Blewett (my son Noel is on the left):

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And for your viewing pleasure, a few more:

 

Our Nearly Daily Sykes #487 – Still Unexplored "le Groupe Massif"

There is, I'm confident, a term borrowed from the French - who rarely see them - for the kind of mountains that group together on a high plateau and take relatively little space. These appear often in the high country of Utah, Colorado, Wyoming, New Mexico, Arizona and Nevada, but rarely in the coastal states and never in Kansas. A good example is Mt. San Francisco north of the Grand Canyon in Arizona. You can drive around that "grouping" - perhaps "le Groupe Massif" - in an hour or nearly. But it is a bad example too, for included in that clump is the highest peak in Arizona, although because it rests on country that is already high you can walk to the top if you are anywhere near your prime and/or fit. On this horizon is another example, one I have tried to identify but so far failed. Perhaps it will be familiar to a reader with greater topographic talents than my own. (Click to Enlarge)

Our (ordinarily) Daily Sykes #485- A Cream of Chelan Still Life Behind Glass

Horace has left us a clue. A possible year for this "Cream of Chelan Still Life Behind Glass" is 1947. The poster lying on the stage behind the plate glass window schedules a week for apples beginning on Oct. 26. 1947 is the most likely year for Horace Sykes during which Oct. 26 comes on a Sunday. I know or have felt first hand the Washington State apple propaganda of the late 1940s. It was a time when any doubts that this state - especially the part of it with Wenatchee - was the best grower of Apples anywhere, would have been repelled as a threat to one's provincial principles.

Our Daily Sykes # 482 – Children's Parade

One of America's expressions of its fruitfulness and prosperity is the kiddie's parade, often a cue of kids and their wheels, as here. I remember well outfitting my Spitfire (bike) with bunting in its spikes and attaching playing cards that flapped against the swath of spokes kept free of ribbons in order to make a noise that, at least, resembled internal combustion. Again, Horace does not caption his slide and the focus is soft enough that we cannot find clues signed on the storefronts up the street. The counterpoint of kids, cars and trees is pleasing too. (Click to Enlarge)

Our Daily Sykes #481 – Grand Tetons

My father, T. E. Dorpat (Ted to other preachers but pastor to the flock), was sublimely smitten by the Grand Tetons after he first visited it as a young clergyman in Miles City, Montana. He was of the conviction that these were at least the most beautiful mountain range in the county, and perhaps in the world. Jackson Lake and it reflections surely had something to do with his commitment. My dad returned to Jackson Hole in 1948 with the family while on our way from Spokane to Houston for the bi-annual church convention. I can still recall the splendid new car smell of our brand new Studebacker - the one with the pointed nose. Earlier we shared another of Horace Syke's slides of the Tetons as seen from this shore. He took several, but it is this one I now prefer for its screen of nearly leafless trees. (Click to Enlarge)