It was that spiritual sports time when I could enjoy the ball park sacraments of dog and brew and listen to the players’ chatter accompanied by the stadium music of the pop of the glove and the crack of the bat
It was that spiritual sports time when I could enjoy the ball park sacraments of dog and brew and listen to the players’ chatter accompanied by the stadium music of the pop of the glove and the crack of the bat
When it was my turn I dropped Frank Sinatra. “YOU SAW FRANK SINATRA?” Even the millenials were impressed.
After years of war it was as if the people were taking a long needed break; a relaxing, leisurely exhale. For the time being the business of getting back to business could wait.
My San Francisco is a series of posts that describe my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco posts might be photo essays or life stories or commentaries or a combination of some or all three. They might not always be flattering but they all have one thing in common; they are my …
They seem at times like doomed spirits and some of the loneliness that I felt for them was in knowing that historically the horse has been man’s partner.
I’m the family morning person. When everyone else is just waking up, I’ve gone out for a run, I’ve showered and I’m sipping my morning coffee “Oh, you’re finally up.” It’s the same when we’re on vacation and it turns out to be a nice little symbiotic arrangement. Cora likes to sleep in and have …
To a large segment of the American public today is a dark, if not the darkest, day of the year. Today is the Monday following the Super Bowl marking the end of the football season and about a six month drought until the beginning of exhibition games in midsummer – it’s the sports equivalent of …
The shaggy rocker Rod Stewart told us in song that “every picture tells a story.” There are a myriad of stories to be found in Lafayette Cemetery but the pictures only tell a part of the story, just enough to wet the appetite. So, unlike the last post about Lafayette Cemetery which was mostly photos, we’re …
I’ve posted four photo essays on our visit to Grand Teton National Park. Here is the final Grand Teton post – the narrative. Grand Teton National Park is in northwestern Wyoming, just north of the town of Jackson and bordering Yellowstone National Park to the north. Located anywhere else in the country Grand Teton would …
The last in a series of photo essays on Grand Teton National Park. Coming up: The narrative. I was driving back to Jackson having just have photographed the Moulton barn and environs when I noticed a little side road that exited the main highway. Why not; nothing ventured, nothing gained. I arrived at a parking …
The Life in My Years 