Welcome to California
Take a minute to look at the lovely tranquil scene… people camping in a green field late in the golden sunlight of late afternoon. Peaceful, no?
Tents in a meadow.
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For no reason other than literary promotion, I’ve decided to share with you some excerpts from Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath. Or wait, maybe I did have a reason. In any case, if you want to read the whole chapter the following excerpts are from, click on this link (warning – it’s a PDF file.)
The little farmers watched debt creep up on them like the tide. They sprayed the trees and sold no crop, they pruned and grafted and could not pick the crop. And the men of knowledge have worked, have considered, and the fruit is rotting on the ground, and the decaying mash in the wine vats is poisoning the air…
Let’s zoom out a bit on that earlier scene, shall we? Same golden afternoon. I decided to take advantage of the fact that, because of the time change, it’s now still light out when I get home from work, so I set out to watch the sun set over the Sacramento skyline (and hopefully take a lovely sunset picture.)
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This is a tent camp three blocks from my house, located off of the Sacramento Northern Bikeway near the American River and downtown Sacramento. That's the Blue Diamond Almond Factory in the background.
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This little orchard will be a part of a great holding next year, for the debt will have choked the owner.
This vineyard will belong to the bank. Only the great owners can survive, for they own the canneries too. And four pears peeled and cut in half, cooked and canned, still cost fifteen cents. And the canned pears do not spoil. They will last for years.
More tents on the left.
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The decay spreads over the State, and the sweet smell is a great sorrow on the land. Men who can graft the trees and make the seed fertile and big can find no way to let the hungry people eat their produce. Men who have created new fruits in the world cannot create a system whereby their fruits may be eaten. And the failure hands over the State like a great sorrow. The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up…
Click on this one for the larger version. I was just up on this hill a few months ago and this wasn't here.
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A million people hungry, needing the fruit—and kerosene spayed over the golden mountains.
And the smell of rot fills the country.
More tents.
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There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificates—died of malnutrition—because the food must rot, must be forced to rot.
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Here’s a link to a photo gallery of a 1936 tent city in the EXACT SAME PLACE.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
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In case you’re curious, here are a bunch more links, including an MSNBC photo essay on this exact tent city.
- MSNBC photo essay
- Blog post
- Oprah talks about them
- UK Telegraph article
- UK Daily Mirror article
- Calculating unemployment stats accurately
- California’s surging unemployment
- Local news article
- Another blog post
- Still another blog post
- One last blog post
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American River redux
This is one of my favorite places to go walking–I can’t help but take a lot of pictures. It’s especially neat since the water is so high right now. The last pictures I posted (last week) were from the south bank of the river, which is an easy walk from my house. The other day, I went the north bank of the river–I have to drive there, but it’s a longer walk and there’s more wide-open space, so it’s worth it.
As always, click on any of the following pics to enlarge them.
I took this last fall when I walked down with Kat and Olav to watch the sun set. Notice the golden tree and the exposed bridge pilings.
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For contrast, here's the one I took the other day. The now bare tree is barely in the water, and so are both of the bridge pilings that were exposed in the other picture.
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Here's a leaf picture from last fall.
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Here's the same spot, several months later.
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Ok, enough with the contrasts. Onto other things.
Since my mom liked the picture of the dried star anise from a couple of weeks ago, here's some dried star thistle. (Although I actually took this before she told me she liked the anise...)
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Signs of spring.
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[Click here for the full gallery of pictures]
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High water
We’ve had quite a bit of rain here in Sacramento these past couple of weeks, and as a result, the American River is fairly high, or at least compared to how I’ve seen it since I moved here last summer. The other day I decided to walk the half mile from my house to the river to check out the water level, and I was quite surprised at what I found. As always, clicking on any of these pictures will get you a larger version.
One of the more sad things about this city is the requisite bum-in-the-alley population. Yes, I did take a picture of him sleeping. Yes, I have no soul.
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I don't have a train obsession. I can quit at any time. Honest. :twitch:
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Weepuls in the wild. Anyone remember these things? They were the ultimate junior high status symbol at my school. I found this little dude nestled in the dirt in an alley.
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High water. For scale, the river's edge is normally another 20 feet past the end of the treeline.
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I felt like I was in a bayou or something. Out toward the middle of the river, the water was rushing, but near the bank, the water was just so STILL. So neat.
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I'm not sure what this was supposed to be, but it was kind of neat.
