For the decade’s first Lens-Artists Photo Challenge we’ve been asked to share a special spot. Yellowstone has been a special place for me since I was a child. I’ve been to many places in this big world and for me Yellowstone is clearly special, made more so during a return trip in 2015. We entered …
It’s the thirtieth day of November. We’re on the back side of autumn and moving headlong into winter. I could just as easily have phrased it as being on the home stretch but that assumes something pleasant at the end, a finish line, a goal. Autumn doesn’t captivate me like it does others. I find …
Part of our first day in Montreal was spent strolling up and down the aisles of Marche Jean Talon, a public market located in the city’s Little Italy district. Window shopping; I can take it or leave it. That is unless we’re at a farmer’s market. Then I’m all in, as I was when we …
When you enter the gates of the San Francisco Botanical Garden you exit the urban turbulence of the city. It’s acres of quiet paths, manicured lawns and gardens with over 9000 different plants from around the world. It’s Eden in the city; Eden that is without a naked couple discussing the pros and cons of …
In April of 1869 a fire broke out at the 800 foot level of the Yellow Jacket Mine killing at least 35 miners
As a matter of pride I wanted to be successful but I found that in the end I prefer family time, weekends and holidays, regular hours and yes, regular sex.
The American West had a mind to be heartless; a place, a time and a life that didn’t discriminate when it came to the taking of life.
In life they lived hard and in death they repose in the hard land.
A lucky miner won what was apparently the sum of a saloon keeper’s worldly possessions. As a result the saloon keeper reportedly opted for the next world.
Once you step through the gates of the cemetery you enter a different world. It’s a stark place populated with monuments colored in doleful shades of gray, many cracked, broken and in varying stages of disrepair.
The Life in My Years 