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Mar

Never, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, Go Into a Cave With a Photographer

Notes From Down Under

Be afraid; be very afraid!

If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to ask for a glass of milk. Likewise, if you go into a cave with a photographer, he’s going to ask you to pose. And you’ll likely be trapped underground indefinitely.

Feb

Greetings From The Edge Of The World

Notes from Down Under

After snapping this photo, I went up to the family who were wondering why I was taking pictures of a puddle on the beach. They loved the photo and I happily emailed it to them. A week later, this beach town was devastated by Cyclone Gabrielle.

The joke goes something like this, no matter where we go in New Zealand, chaos soon follows.

May

The Natural World

I’ve been struck, lately, by some beautiful nature I’ve encountered nearby. I generally have my phone, if not my camera, with me. I’m just updating this with more pictures (and video) as they show up in front of me on Troy Trails, my home and elsewhere around town.

I wasn’t expecting THIS delivery on my front porch. #PrayingMantis

Apr

Sixty Some Seconds: Spring Snow Scenes

An April 18th spring snowfall is Pure Michigan.

Jan

Jan-damnuary

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me,

there lay an invincible summer.”― Albert Camus

Sep

Egret Regret?

I find lots of surprises on my daily walk through the Troy Trails. I had to hurry home; grab my camera, my longest lens, then hop on my bike to photograph this cool bird.

Aug

Kurt and Karl

“Karl can be a real rat bastard.”
— Kurt

Karl likes to hang out along the coast and hillsides of San Francisco.

Nov

A Seattle Slew Of Scenic Skies — A Postcard Journal

Pike Place Market: They toss fish back and forth here to tourist’s delight, but a neon flying fish remains stationary on the roof.

Mid-November, mid-50s, completely unexpected Seattle brilliance. This is the worst month to visit Seattle, or so the internet tells us. So much for all the rain, all the gray, “put your tourism on hold for now” advisements.

Feb

Making Sense of Key West

Marci relaxes in a funky panoramic shot at the Southernmost Beach Resort on Key West.

Encountering The Five Senses And More In The Conch Republic

“That’s the smell of Night Jasmine,” the tarot card reader told us. “Or maybe it’s Frangipani; they both bloom in the evening.”

The Gulf breeze carried the scent away, playfully departing as quickly as it arrived. Replacing the smell was the sound of a dozen weekend gin joints pounding out the pulsing beat of live bands, DJs and the crowded roar of revelers celebrating another successful sunset.

Oct

Ashes to Water

The family cottage is sold and a chapter closes on this Canadian peninsula.

On a mirror-calm bay, on a see-forever day, we scattered my aunt and uncle’s ashes. They died within months of each other over the past year and we took them back to northern Canada, to the cottage they built so long ago.

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Never, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, Go Into a Cave With a Photographer

Notes From Down Under

If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to ask for a glass of milk. Likewise, if you go into a cave with a photographer, he’s going to ask you to pose. And you’ll likely be trapped underground indefinitely.

Greetings From The Edge Of The World

Notes from Down Under

The joke goes something like this, no matter where we go in New Zealand, chaos soon follows.

The Natural World

I’ve been struck, lately, by some beautiful nature I’ve encountered nearby. I generally have my phone, if not my camera, with me. I’m just updating this with more pictures (and video) as they show up in front of me on Troy Trails, my home and elsewhere around town.

Sixty Some Seconds: Spring Snow Scenes

An April 18th spring snowfall is Pure Michigan.

Jan-damnuary

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me,

there lay an invincible summer.”― Albert Camus

Egret Regret?

I find lots of surprises on my daily walk through the Troy Trails. I had to hurry home; grab my camera, my longest lens, then hop on my bike to photograph this cool bird.

Kurt and Karl

“Karl can be a real rat bastard.”
— Kurt

A Seattle Slew Of Scenic Skies — A Postcard Journal

Mid-November, mid-50s, completely unexpected Seattle brilliance. This is the worst month to visit Seattle, or so the internet tells us. So much for all the rain, all the gray, “put your tourism on hold for now” advisements.

Making Sense of Key West

Encountering The Five Senses And More In The Conch Republic

“That’s the smell of Night Jasmine,” the tarot card reader told us. “Or maybe it’s Frangipani; they both bloom in the evening.”

The Gulf breeze carried the scent away, playfully departing as quickly as it arrived. Replacing the smell was the sound of a dozen weekend gin joints pounding out the pulsing beat of live bands, DJs and the crowded roar of revelers celebrating another successful sunset.

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Ashes to Water

On a mirror-calm bay, on a see-forever day, we scattered my aunt and uncle’s ashes. They died within months of each other over the past year and we took them back to northern Canada, to the cottage they built so long ago.

Recent Blog Postings

Notes From Down Under

If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to ask for a glass of milk. Likewise, if you go into a cave with a photographer, he’s going to ask you to pose. And you’ll likely be trapped underground indefinitely.

Notes from Down Under

The joke goes something like this, no matter where we go in New Zealand, chaos soon follows.

I’ve been struck, lately, by some beautiful nature I’ve encountered nearby. I generally have my phone, if not my camera, with me. I’m just updating this with more pictures (and video) as they show up in front of me on Troy Trails, my home and elsewhere around town.

An April 18th spring snowfall is Pure Michigan.

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me,

there lay an invincible summer.”― Albert Camus

I find lots of surprises on my daily walk through the Troy Trails. I had to hurry home; grab my camera, my longest lens, then hop on my bike to photograph this cool bird.

“Karl can be a real rat bastard.” — Kurt

Mid-November, mid-50s, completely unexpected Seattle brilliance. This is the worst month to visit Seattle, or so the internet tells us. So much for all the rain, all the gray, “put your tourism on hold for now” advisements.

Encountering The Five Senses And More In The Conch Republic

“That’s the smell of Night Jasmine,” the tarot card reader told us. “Or maybe it’s Frangipani; they both bloom in the evening.”

The Gulf breeze carried the scent away, playfully departing as quickly as it arrived. Replacing the smell was the sound of a dozen weekend gin joints pounding out the pulsing beat of live bands, DJs and the crowded roar of revelers celebrating another successful sunset.

On a mirror-calm bay, on a see-forever day, we scattered my aunt and uncle’s ashes. They died within months of each other over the past year and we took them back to northern Canada, to the cottage they built so long ago.

Recent Blog Postings

“Karl can be a real rat bastard.”
— Kurt