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A Museum Full of All the Cool Things about Flying

This should be a post about writing, but it’s not! Instead it’s about my visit to the Stephen F Udvar-Hazy Center, which is part of the National Air and Space Museum in Washington, DC. This is a separate facility from the one on the National Mall, located near Dulles Airport. And it’s full of amazing things, even for someone like me who doesn’t know much about aeronautics or space flight.

There are two huge hangars for display of hundreds of spacecraft and planes, as well as windows looking into the Mary Baker Engen Restoration Hangar. The Concorde is there, as well as a variety of vintage passenger and military aircraft, a U-2, and space-related items like a Sojourner Mars rover.

 

“Ascent”, by John Safer, outside the Udvar-Hazy Center.

The space shuttle Discovery is here as well:

Discovery (front)

Side view of Discovery and the Canadarm Remote Manipulator System

Here’s a link to a Washington Post video of Discovery arriving at the Udvar-Hazy Center in 2012.

There are plenty of historical exhibits relating to space flight, including early capsules, a SpaceLab module and Mars rovers.

That old logo, though. 😝

Android built in the sixties to help NASA develop spacesuits. Very early sci-fi.

 

This delicate-looking thing is a Tracking and Data Relay satellite.

 

“Sky Baby”. A piloted aircraft that is only 9 feet long.

 

Langley Aerodrome A, 1903. Not a success, but looks very steampunk.

 

Another picture of the Langley Aerodrome. Samuel Langley was a physicist, astronomer and aviator. Buildings, an Air Force base and various aircraft and ships have been named after him.

The Enola Gay is also at Udvar-Hazy. The Enola Gay is the aircraft that dropped the first atomic bomb on Hiroshima, Japan on August 6, 1945. It’s one of the many military aircraft that are at the museum, a reminder that the history of aviation and space flight is about exploration and science, but is also inextricably linked to war.

Enola Gay

Here are links to the museum website, and also the Wikipedia page listing many of the exhibits at the Udvar-Hazy museum.

 

 

Artists of the Rust Belt Summer Market, 2017!

I’ve always had a great time at the Artists of the Rust Belt shows in Youngstown. The next one will be held Saturday, June 3 and Sunday, June 4 at the B&O Station on Mahoning Avenue in Youngstown.

The building is an old train station, built in 1905. It’s home to the Rust Belt Brewing Company and a great location for occasional artists’ shows put on by Artists of the Rust Belt.

If you’re in the area, stop in and say hi! I’ll have my two novels available for signing, as well as two anthologies that include stories of mine.

Here’s a link to the event page on Facebook.

Park of Roses in May

A few flowers from the Columbus Park of Roses yesterday.

 

 

Lady of Shallott

 

Reine Victoria

Golden Wings

 

A “Colossal” Movie

Colossal is a psychological drama and a monster movie. There’s some magical realism in there. I’m really not sure of the odd mix of genres that make up this fascinating movie. But is that a bad thing — a movie that doesn’t fall into a predefined market niche? Not in this case.

Anne Hathaway gives a powerful performance as the movie’s main character Gloria, who’s in trouble. Addiction to alcohol has destroyed Gloria’s career and gotten her kicked out of her boyfriend’s apartment. She returns to her childhood home, where she meets up with an old acquaintance and starts work at his bar (!) while she tries to figure out what’s next.

Meanwhile, across the world, a huge monster appears, terrorizing the people of Seoul, South Korea as if we were in a Godzilla movie. Gradually, Gloria realizes this creature’s appearances have something to do with her life on the other side of the world.

It’s at about that point that I suspended disbelief and went where the movie took me. Which was a really winding path that surprised me several times.

This movie is imaginative, chilling, rewarding. It’s full of metaphor, and yet it’s very real and immediate. It handles lots of issues — alcoholism, bad relationships, and self-empowerment — but it always stays entertaining.

Jason Sudeikis’ performance as Oscar is brilliant and downright frightening. And I’ll leave the description at that! The best way to see this movie is to just go and enjoy.

If you want to read more about Colossal, here’s a link to the movie website.

CSCC 2017 Writer’s Conference

I’m looking forward to Columbus State Community College’s 2017 Writer’s Conference this Saturday, May 6. I’ll have a table there with my books available for sale.

The keynote speaker will be Maggie Smith, a poet, freelance writer and editor from Columbus. There will also be workshops and a book fair with several writers, writers’ groups and independent presses.

Here’s a link with further information about the location, hours and schedule.

If you’re there, stop by and say hi!

 

 

Redbud

It must be Spring. Here’s a redbud branch in full bloom. Also, as I recently learned, called a “Judas Tree”.

Happy Spring!

Excerpt from Color Mage

It’s been quite a while since I’ve done this, so I thought I’d post an excerpt from Color Mage.

Color Mage is set in a world where Collared Lords have absolute power in their own lands — at the same time as they’re kept in a kind of magical servitude, unable to leave their lands as they keep a never-ending Watch for magical attack on the borders of Righar.

Seagard’s Collared Lord, Mikati, kept watch for the Black Tide, an attack by the psychic mages of the island of Ha’las. In Book Two, Sword of Jashan, Lord Zelan struggles with his magical binding against a foe that no longer exists.

In this excerpt, Healer Kirian experiences an attack of the Black Tide, first hand.

 

 

Kirian had never been in a boat, not even the little mage-powered sailcraft that drifted in circles around Lake Heart in Sugetre. There, the sailcraft were rented by the hour to those who were willing to pay a few coins for the pleasure, and never had a sailcraft been lost or even capsized on the calm little lake. So Kirian had boarded the Homebound with some trepidation. But after a few hours of sitting at her ease on deck, soaking up the sun and delighting in the beauty of the smiling sea, she was reconciled. She loved the feel of the sun, and the shouts and calls of the fish merchants at Two Merkhan were a pleasure to hear after the quiet of little Seagard.

After the pair had sold their catch, the Homebound turned south again, heading for home.

“I envy you,” she told Rashiri when the other woman took a break from her work to sip a jar of cold honeyed tea with Kirian in the bow. “You’re surrounded by such amazing beauty here.”

“We’re very lucky to be able to do this together,” Rashiri said. Her face was creased and deeply tanned from exposure to the sun and wind. Her uncomplicated smile showed strong white teeth. “But don’t think it’s all like this.”

“There must be storms, and rain and wind.”

“Those are bitter cold days indeed,” Rashiri said. “And there are days with no fish, and days when one of us gets sliced by one of our own knives or the teeth on some unexpected catch.” She held out one arm to show Kirian the frightening white scar that ran around her forearm in an arc. “That’s teeth,” she said.

“I see,” Kirian said faintly.

“Spilled right out of the net with the catch and bit me before I could say aye. Kin got it off me, but Ruthan was busy that day and a few after, I can tell you.”

“Fishing isn’t so peaceful, then.”

“It’s hard work. But I love it, Hon Kirian, and it’s the blessing from the Unknown God that I can be out on the bright sea every day with my love. How many can do that? Here, have some more tea.”

Kirian held out her mug and let the other woman splash some caramel-colored tea into it. The Homebound was approaching port now, steered by Kin in his stained, fishy tunic. Kirian looked straight ahead, to the clutter of houses on the shore that was Seagard Village, then up and up, to the castle that looked out like a hawk on the promontory. She wondered how the newly-bound Lord Arias was progressing, and remembered Lord Callo’s amber eyes.

Behind them, the sun sank hotly to the edge of the sea.

Out on the far horizon, like a pencil-line drawn by an artist to delineate the sea, lay a mark between sea and sky.

“Rashiri! What is that?”

Rashiri stood and craned her neck, then cried out to her husband in the bow. “Kin! Black Tide!”

The line grew thicker, as if the artist inked it, a black border lying on the surface of the ocean. Kirian stared as the line widened, broad as a brush now, and felt her breath torn away by a freshening wind or by fear, she could not tell which.

Then it seemed to rush toward them, speeding towards the craft as Kin and Rashiri rushed to push all possible speed from the Homebound.

“Gods! We’re in its path!” shouted Kin, and the sheet of black drawn over the ocean sped closer.

Kin shouted orders and the wind rushed louder. Kirian, trying to stay out of the way, felt the boat surge forward under their expert handling. But the dock was too far away, and there was no way to beat the accelerating darkness. She watched in paralyzed shock as the whole western sea turned black. A tumble of stunned and helpless fish were washed along in the front of the blackness, those creatures already experiencing the deadening effects of the Black Tide. The Tide was so close she could see its odd matte surface, which did not reflect the rays of the setting sun.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flare of brilliance from the Castle. Someone there, one of the Alkirani mages, was on duty. A wave of energy swept off the shore and onto the sea – glorious reds, blues, greens, golds. The colors overtook the Homebound and swept her with radiance before meeting the Black Tide in an inaudible crash. A vibrant shield rose into the sky. Through the translucent colors Kirian saw the Black Tide curling back, retreating against the strength of the defense.

“Jashan and all the gods,” whispered Kirian.

The Homebound reached dock. Helping hands grabbed ropes to moor the boat, and grasped their arms to hustle them to shore. They left the Homebound bobbing, at the mercy of the stiffening wind, but not even Kin and Rashiri dared to wait outside to put her properly away.

“Did you see that?” cried Elder Hame, his white hair whipped in the sudden gale. “Did you see that?”

“Couldn’t help seeing it old one, we were almost eaten by it,” Kin said. He sat down abruptly on a stool in the house they had been ushered into. He put his head in his hands. Rashiri stood behind him and put her calloused hands gently on his shoulders.

“I take it,” Kirian said carefully, “That doesn’t happen, uh, often?”

Hame laughed. “Never seen it, though they say it happened once ten years ago. What power! My lord mage was brilliant! That’ll teach those Ha’lasi not to sneak up on us that way!”

“It was too close,” Rashiri said.

“I need to go back to Ruthan,” Kirian said. “Kin, Rashiri, you get yourselves home and a warm mug of wine. That’s from your Healer, now!”

“We have to tend to the Homebound,” Kin said.

“Leave her. Someone else will take care of her for you this time. You’ve had a shock, you know.” Two men nodded at her and went out to take care of the Homebound.

Rashiri nodded, hands still on Kin’s shoulders as he slumped on the stool. “I’ll get us home, Hon Healer,” she said. “We’re fine though. Get to Ruthan, she’ll be worried about you.”

Kirian backed away, her eyes still on Kin, torn between her duty to old Ruthan and the possible need for her here. The door opened and Ruthan stood there, bent with age and the struggle against the wind, cloaked for a journey.

“Young Kirian!” she said. “Come! They will be calling for us at the castle.”

“We’re fine,” Rashiri said. “Go.”

Kirian waited only to grab her cloak and she was gone.

 

 

Here are links to the Amazon pages for Color Mage and for Book Two, Sword of Jashan.

 

My Best Fantasy Worlds

Last weekend at Cleveland Concoction I was fortunate enough to be on panels with some interesting authors. My favorite panel was “Best Fantasy Worlds” — because I find the complexities of worldbuilding endlessly fascinating.

The fantasy worlds that we remember tend to be carefully crafted, with lots of attention paid to how its characters — not just the main character — live, work, and travel in them. Some of the treasured fantasy worlds mentioned in the panel were Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, Discworld, Camelot, Oz, and Earthsea.

I kept thinking about this after the panel, so here are a few other worlds that are special for me:

  • Riverworld. Created by Philip José Farmer, the first book is To Your Scattered Bodies Go. It’s a fictional planet with a long river valley where every human being who ever lived is resurrected, young and healthy again. In the novels, historical figures interact as they travel and try to find out why they’ve been returned to life.
  • Amber. From The Chronicles of Amber, by Roger Zelazny. In the series there are two true worlds, Amber and the Courts of Chaos. Parallel worlds (including Earth), which are only shadows of the two true worlds, lie between them.
  • The world of the Silence Leigh trilogy by Melissa Scott, beginning with Five-Twelfths of Heaven. It feels like science fiction but there’s clearly magic, as Silence, who is a pilot, discovers when she attempts to become the first female magus. There’s also a brilliant system of space travel, and an Empire that relegates women to second-class status that Silence must struggle against. This is a multilayered world, beautifully done. I am seeing online that parts of the original series may have been rewritten, so I’ll clarify that I’m referring to the original books.
  • The world of the Thursday Next novels by Jasper Fforde. These are very funny fantasy novels based in an alternate England which is so closely interwoven with literature that characters can jump into and out of books. There’s a bureaucratic entity called “Jurisfiction” that makes sure the plots of all the novels continue operating properly even after multiple readings. This is a very well-done world, filled with literary allusions and a lot of humor.

If I went downstairs and began looking through my books I could come up with many more, but I’d better stop there. I’m pretty sure most of us have our own favorites. In fact, I think that’s half the pleasure of talking to other readers — sharing our favorite fictional worlds.

Cleveland Concoction 2017

Once again I’m looking forward to a trip to Cleveland in March for Cleveland Concoction! This is a fan-run convention with some of everything — cosplay, gaming, art, a vendors room. It also has Authors’ Alley, which includes panels and workshops with quite a few authors (link to authors’ page here).

The convention runs from March 10-12 at the Cleveland Sheraton Airport hotel. My schedule so far:

Friday, March 10

1:00 pm          Panel: Best Humor in Fantasy

4:00 pm          Panel: Influencing Culture through Fantasy

 

Saturday, March 11

10:00 am        Panel: Best Fantasy Worlds

2:00 pm          Reading (with Johanna Gribble, Deborah Brown and S Andrew Swann)

3:00 pm          Book signing

 

If you’re there, stop by and say hi!

 

 

 

Cool Public Art Tiles in San Antonio

San Antonio is full of little touches of art. Here are a few examples I saw as we wandered around the River Walk and the Alamo area.

The first two were New Deal-era projects. The artist, Ethel Wilson Harris, was supervisor of the Arts and Crafts division of the Works Progress Administration (WPA) in San Antonio in 1939. These mosaics were completed in 1941.

Tile mural at the Navarro Street Bridge on the Riverwalk, San Antonio

Tile mural at the Navarro Street Bridge on the River Walk, San Antonio

 

Tile mural, San Antonio Riverwalk, north of East Commerce Street near North St Mary's Street

Tile mural, San Antonio River Walk, north of East Commerce Street near North St Mary’s Street

 

More tiles decorated the trolley station columns at East Commerce street near Alamo Plaza. There are a total of 44 tiles by artist Ann Adams, completed in 2000.

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Ann Adams tile, San Antonio trolley station

 

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Ann Adams tile, San Antonio trolley station

 

Another mosaic was tucked away in a little alcove on the River Walk. I haven’t been able to find the name of the artist.

Mosaic on the San Antonio Riverwalk, artist unknown.

Mosaic on the San Antonio River Walk, artist unknown.

There are a lot more of these, if you’re ever in San Antonio and want to explore. Here are a couple of links to further info:

List of Public Artworks in San Antonio

New Deal-era San Antonio Tile Artwork