Stanford - the campus

Stanford was not my favorite campus on the California grad school excursion, but I ended up with a fair number of photos nonetheless. Enough that I'm going to break them down into different segments - this one for the campus proper, another one on a mission I made on behalf of dear daughter, and the last one on the hotel and food.

This photo is the quintessential Stanford look. I'm not sure why I didn't like it except that the buildings here weren't my favorite architectural style and the open areas felt too exposed and too huge. The whole place felt very impersonal to me and that's not how I want a college campus to feel.

It's entirely possible the front and center headlines to do with the rape case sentencing spilled over onto my Stanford visit. I have no way of knowing if the huge impersonal feel is connected to what happened in that case but it seemed like it might be related. I tried to put the case out of mind while visiting and mostly succeeded at least consciously. I don't think I would go to school here unless there were a compelling reason - like a professor I wanted to work with specifically, etc. But I did enjoy exploring.

This was a common look across campus. 

These trees were huge and in some ways lovely but they just didn't inspire me. 

In this next one I think I see what I didn't like - the huge trees were nice but then in then distance you see the huge open area that is pavement/concrete. There were roads throughout campus with traffic and I didn't like that either. 

The blue skies and stucco were lovely but again, so exposed, and cut through with the huge driveway.

This next area was nicer and I enjoyed the sense of forest and the benches.

Certain spots were postcard perfect.

This little haven was appealing. There's a campus eatery down there and I loved the shade and sense of privacy in this nook.

This section had stone insets along the walkway for each graduating class for many years running and I saw them installing the Class of 2016 inset while I was there. The walkway itself was quite nice but the huge courtyard in the center (not shown in this photo) was too theme-parkish for my tastes. 

The physics building was kind of a disappointment on the outside.

But inside there were a few nice features.

I left dear son to his own devices and headed to check out the library. Another postcard scene.

When I got to the library I was a bit annoyed that I had to provide scans of my driver's license and fill out a huge online form to get a visitor's pass. I guess it was worth it to see this:

On my way out I had to offer my backpack and purse to be searched. This is the only library I visited where this was done and it seemed like overkill. Definitely annoying.

I headed back to the chapel to see what it was like on the inside.

I got a little obsessed with this donkey.

My favorite thing about the chapel was the tiny bathroom which was charming and very cool on a hot day. And it had its own stained glass window.

Back to physics to meet dear son:

I'm saving my little side mission for tomorrow. I had a nice lunch outside the library at a very fun campus eatery that had lots of great choices and a lively cafe atmosphere. There were also neat fountains just adjacent which I neglected to photograph. 

Overall? This campus didn't really click with me. Neither did Palo Alto. 

My annual PSA on fireworks

If you plan to set off your own backyard fireworks, I urge you to take a moment to consider:

Dogs

Cats

Horses

Donkeys

Other animals such as cows, goats, and pigs

Birds including chickens, ducks,and wild songbirds

Wildlife in general

There are statistics showing that many animals are displaced due to fireworks each year, that birds actually drop dead and fall to the ground, and that rate of injury and accidents goes way up for large animals.

If that isn't enough on its own to convince you to put the fireworks away, consider the risk of injury to yourself, your friends and family, and the risk of fire that could damage your own property as well as that of others if it spreads. When you light the fuse of anything that goes up in the air you basically have no control over where it comes down. I have had still burning fireworks land in my back field before from neighbors four farms away.

And if that isn't enough, consider the likelihood that somewhere nearby lives a combat veteran with trauma and that the sound of fireworks is very similar to live fire. 

I'll add in that not everyone wants to hear the noise of fireworks and when you set them off you basically ruin the holiday for all of us who prefer a quieter celebration.

When you set off fireworks to celebrate independence you basically trample all over the rights of others. 

Why not go watch the fireworks set off by cities and towns? I'm not fond of those either, but at least they're controlled and they have emergency teams nearby in case they're needed.

Or you can spend your 4th of July the way I do - with cats and dogs sequestered safely inside, horses and donkeys contained in small paddocks near the barn, and a bottle of Rescue Remedy in hand to help all get through the evening. 

UC-Berkeley's stunning campus

UC-Berkeley campus was amazing. I couldn't walk more than a few steps without stopping to take a picture!

These are roughly in the order we encountered things as we walked to campus from the Berkeley City Club. The best thing about the campus was the sense of energy that was all around. I actively wanted to be back in graduate school just to tap into it.

This was the first thing that stopped me in my tracks:

Then this:

You'll see how much I notice trees when I visit places. Berkeley's campus feels like it is inhabited by trees and the spirits of trees. I love how they live so very close to the buildings. 

The tower is a centering structure on the campus. Once you get your bearings you can use it to get around. 

And this is the view toward San Francisco from the bottom of the tower:

More trees and buildings:

It felt like the trees were perfectly suited to the buildings they flanked, almost as if the trees chose what course of study they would live with.

This one was stunning on the cool gray first day of our visit:

Of course we were heading for the physics and astronomy departments where my son had meetings with professors. This was the first thing I saw:

How many Nobel Laureates does one university have? And is that a future one walking to the door of physics and astronomy? Inside, I found this:

And this very cool display in the astronomy lobby. Note the temperature in June at near-mid-day:

I stood there pondering whether I could up my math game and apply to the program. On the other side of the lobby there was this:

Upstairs, my favorite display of all:

Meanwhile, over in the physics department:

In case you'd like a closer shot:

I left my son to do his thing and I went on my own expedition. This was outside the physics department entrance, looking back toward the building:

This large courtyard sits outside the physics department and I became mildly obsessed with it:

Somehow it felt like a mathematical equation.

Or a metaphor for a physics concept.

I came at it from every angle, trying to understand:

Sometimes my brain goes sideways when I think too hard.

But I decided the answer lies here:

Then I made a friend and ended my obsession.

I walked down the hill and found a wonderful coffee and lunch spot:

Somehow I think I should have been at Berkeley in the 60s, though I would have been a very young revolutionary.

My son went back for more meetings and I headed to the library that lies just below the physics building. It was the beginning of another obsession.

A display on the National Park Service. Of course horses were a part of making national parks happen. I couldn't help wonder - could the November Hill herd manage to eat their way around the trunk of a redwood?

It was a lovely display and I photographed each panel.

And more:

I especially loved this:

And this:

I finally walked on and discovered the undergraduate reading room, where I loved the artwork more than the desks:

And then the graduate reading room:

This was a lovely space and I spent some time writing here before wandering on to my favorite space in the library. I can't recall the name of this lovely room but it had literary journals on display, shelves of fiction and more journals, and even upstairs study nooks that peeked down around one side. I wanted to take more photos but there were people working and I didn't want to disturb them. Suffice it to say, if I went to Berkeley this would be my hang-out.

Leaving the library I spent a few moments with an old friend. 

What a campus! I hope I can go back one day and explore further. 

November Hill farm journal, 10

We had a dry spell before I left for California on June 8 and then only one rain while I was gone, so the farm has been dry and dusty for most of this month. On Sunday I took advantage of the dryness to power wash the dirtiest half of the exterior of the barn.

Armed with Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap and a handy power washer I rinsed off dust, spider webs, some green algae, and the stain of November Hill's red clay from the walls and doors of the barn.

The pony and Redford galloped most of the time I was power washing. For the first minute I thought they were afraid but then realized as the pony tossed his head that they were using the noise of my machine as an excuse to play. It wasn't as warm as it has been but even so, the pony lined up for 2 consecutive cold hosings when all was said and done. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the grooming tools, de-webbing in the barn, and scrubbing and refilling water troughs. And admiring the equines, who are all slick as seals right now and very shiny.

Today I woke up to soft rain which has quickened a number of times to very solid rainfall. After a month of dry weather (and for me a solid month with no sound of rain at all) it has been a wonderful respite listening to the drops fall and feeling, for it's a palpable sensation, the thirsty earth drinking the water down.

Later today I'll take a few pounds of grass seed out to sprinkle a few bare areas where I've spread stall waste. 

And once the rain stops I aim to use my new machete tool to strip the saplings we cut two months ago and get started on my wattle fence around the garden. 

For now, though, I'm just listening to the rain.