My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Even before my knee surgery, I was pretty much a slug. I had stopped hiking and photogging, It hurt too much to walk so much. I felt heavy and spiritless. I hope to change that. Over the weekend, I charge all my camera batteries. I worried that they had been so drained of power that […]
Read MoreThe Mister and I marked our 27th anniversary Friday, so… on Saturday, when I typically head out alone on my photo hike, I invited Mister. (I really just wanted an extra set of hands to help with The Girls – Hershey and Asta.) I figured he had hung around me this long, the least I […]
Read MoreWhen I head out for my photo hikes, there are places that I love returning too, but I’m always looking for new trails. That’s not easy when I’ve pretty much exhausted all the known venues. That’s when I have to get creative. I live near a huge, and I mean HUGE, military installation. Not all […]
Read MoreOne summer between childhood and adulthood, we took the plunge over banjo-serenaded boulders into icy, mountain fed white water rapids. We breathed in crisp, clean rarefied air, and slept peacefully above the clouds. It was our last vacation together as a family, and we met the challenge with laughter and exuberance. All was right with […]
Read MoreWhen I was a kid – long before cable television, before video games, or DVDs, or the Internet – my friends and I played outside. All. Day. We’d leave home after breakfast, only coming home for lunch, then heading back out again until it was dark. We had bikes to ride, games to play, balls to […]
Read MoreThe storms are gone from the Florida Gulf Coast, and this Labor Day weekend is the last tourist holdover. I headed out to the beach again and the local fishing pier. TS Isaac chased off the shore birds, the herons and pelicans were gone from the pier, but I did catch sight of a couple […]
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