Sunday, July 11, 2010

Campbell Ranch Dominates NorCal Landscape

This will be a photo essay - that soon will be snatched for $billions$ in movie rights...
(Please note... if you click once on each photo as you go they will probably fill your screen - making it all the more stunning in its splendiferous beauty, wonder and scientifically inaccurate detail. When you finish looking at the photo, just click the back arrow to return to this electrifying treatise.)

Not many of you know we, the Campbells, are
Carpetbagger, robber barons
Who have ravaged Northern California
While amassing vast holdings in land
An embarrassment of riches so to speak
Its not a big deal... just how we roll
So as Kenye West says; "ima letchu finish" this with your own thoughts

To get you started I am going to plant a few notions:

First, you want to know how I did it
Well, it was through blatant use of migrant farm workers
Here's one now taking a break (goofing off)
In the back yard of our vast estate.
Claims her name is Julieann and we're married (yeah right)
(photo r. undocumented farm worker who already shows signs of US patriotism by wearing a weird stars and stripes hat)



Next in the "how I did it" department
We need to observe the huge crop (millions of acres)
Of loaded  tomato plants growing in our huge truck farm
There are also millions of acres of basil,
Sweet peppers, and chives there
Although you may not be able to tell because the photo
Has been taken by satellite.
Millions of miles away
(photo r. high resolution satellite image)


You are also curious about where I store
My huge herd of thoroughbreds here in NorCal
Truth is I no longer have them
As my migrant farm worker has taken
Over the horse barn
And filled it with large plastic storage boxes
That contain seasonal bric-a-brac decorations
Anywhere from one to 8 boxes per holiday
With Christmas coming in first of course
(photo r. former gigantic horse barn)

Having seen all this, I know many of you
Are wondering and hoping that we have
Luxurious, palatial guest accommodations
Available here on the estate
Well of course.  Don't be ridiculous.
If you should be invited to visit (you won't)
Your cottage is prepared and includes
All the comforts you are accustomed to
No bed, no bath, a four foot tall grand main entry
Two, that's right,  two side windows
And a 2.5' by 4' grand Southern style
Front porch that holds (0) relaxing rocking chairs
(photo r. commodious guest quarters)

Rumor has it that the guest house
Was built by her Grandfather and cousin
As a playhouse for Samantha Campbell
But hey, that is just a rumor

No folks that's not the end of it
A couple more features to titillate you here
A gigantic grove of (2) cork oak trees!
(Click on THIS photo and you will see some 
Really cool, gnarly [really] bark!)
Yes, thats right
For all you cork lovers out there
Why, heres one now!
Notice how it likes to grow in odd directions
(Much like me)
Wandering around our stupendous NorCal acreage
(photo r. Cork oak growing where it wants)

Finally, when you have logged in as our distinguished guest
(that will never happen)
You will next question whether there is a place to bask in the sun
And wonder at the magnificent Tahoe Blue swimming pool
Well, there isn't
I mean there is a pool
But it belongs exclusively to our dog Molly
And she will not allow you to use it unless
You know how to throw a tennis ball
A trick few have mastered
(photo r. Molly in her pool being observed by 
Arizona immigration law refugee)

For info and a long, exhausting preview about how we got to this point click here: "Travel On"  

4 comments:

jack sender said...

bunagroc
that is the word i had to type
to be permitted to
leave a message here on this blogaroo.

bunagroc?
do you make these up, tomc?
is that what you are doing for late evening fun in that guest house out back, that house that none of us are ever invited to live in and enjoy for a month or two - plus the pool and cork field?

i see you have finally learned to do as the politicians and say anything you want as long as you smile.

and another thing - plastic storage boxes my ass!, uh, your ass!

bunagroc?

TomC said...

"Bunagroc" - yes Jack I am afraid you caught me. Bunagroc is an old secret Campbell family word. It means "pack the plastic boxes as tightly as you can in the former horse barn or it's your ass." I mean, "my ass."

Annie said...

I like your strange trees! (I had to type in abuliond. Abuliond?)

TomC said...

Thanks Annie... and just think, someone in Google gets paid to come with these access words? Maybe it's a computer but how could a computer know to mix vowels and consonants into something intuitively pronounceable? Hmmmmm...