. . . despite having so many reasons not to. Where to start? Where to start? Okay, let’s begin with FIFA (Fédération Internationale de Football Association) corruption. Taylor Sheridan could probably write a ten season drama series based on FIFA corruption and still feed another decade’s worth into the shredder. The corruption was always a …
Headlight glowin’The cars hurry pastJust like the yearsAre flowin’ so fastIf I can get there I know I’ll be warmThe ackin’ in my bones will soon be gonelAnd I journey back to Tonopah I’ve got a caffeine buzz from a giant coffee, a sugar high from the biggest apple fritter in the coffee joint’s display …
My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays, or life stories, or commentaries – or a combinations of all three. My impressions aren’t always paeans to San Francisco. It’s a beautiful city, but like any city, it can …
of this week’s Lens-Artists Challenge, led by Patti Moed (link here). Patti highlights the various techniques to make make the subject of an image the real star of the show. Simplify the backgroundI like to use this technique in post processing images of city skylines or of a view that looks up the side of …
The subject for this week’s Monochrome Madness, chosen by Leanne Cole, is flowing water. I have plenty of images of flowing water, as during COVID one of the only places to venture safely, or without being rousted by the local fuzz, as we used to say, was a secluded beach (they were all pretty much …
After my brief bathroom stop at Bordertown, which is not a town at all but a tacky first taste – last gasp casino just over the Nevada state line I’m driving past Cold Springs. It took only a few minutes of strolling around the Bordertown casino for the stink of a stale ashtray to cling …
You walk in reverence, overwhelmed by the sheer number of white markers that shine bright in the midday sun. At Arlington the gravestones go on and on until they disappear over a short rise and continue on, unseen. On a sweltering July day in Gettysburg they march in lines from the bright unrelenting sun, to …
This week, Ritva Sillanmäki leads the Lens-Artists Challenge with the topic, Choose a Color. ” . . . select one color (excluding black and white)”. . . “where your chosen color is the prominent hue . . .” In the hills of Granada is the Moorish district called the Albaicin. It is a free for …
My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays, or life stories, or commentaries – or a combinations of all three. My impressions aren’t always paeans to San Francisco. It’s a beautiful city, but like any city, it’s dirty, …
An American’s observations of a first time trip to France. “Brittany has something of Ireland’s melancholy and Spain’s passion, with its cliffs like fortresses and its villages like sanctuaries.” ~ attributed to Victor Hugo. Every July, year upon year, almost without fail, I cruised the French countryside. I rumbled over the narrow cobblestone streets of …
The Life in My Years 