The Crazy Shit I did to Get the Photo
Ha – it didn't matter – it is the artist – not the gear!
Ha – it didn't matter – it is the artist – not the gear!
It rained today, so I scanned some more old photos. This was my little-boy set. Imagine the rage if a parent outfitted a kid like this today? I can see…
All this stuff is too heavy to move out west, so I sold it all – except for the stationary bike, which is the least torturous and easiest to transport.…
One must wonder, what would entice a young man to jump as high as he could before the word “shelfie” was invented? And really, would I even venture to Death…
Well, we have no choice of the place of our birth. And all my ancestors left Europe for a better life in America. But, just wondering?
I took dozens of photos on my walk to the pier at sunset today. I introduced myself to new neighbors with a little boy, loving the fact that he can…
I was working in Monterey County, California – first real job I had since the failure of Flightline Composite Structure, Inc. I had nothing, but was happy to be alive…
The best ever airline in America was swallowed up by Alaska Air. Too bad it wasn’t the other way around. Sad. I am thinking back to a dozen…