During Christmas and summertime school breaks back in the early 1980s, I got pretty used to spending roughly eight hours on the road, driving to Southern California in my parents’ VW camper to visit my eldest sister’s family. Once there, we usually stayed for about a week and found time to visit various local attractions — Disneyland, the San Diego […]
Canada geese and youngsters at a Mississippi Bar pond, June 2019.
A third time the attempt was made, but this time, following the advice, Hal broke out the runners which had been frozen to the snow. The overloaded and unwieldy sled forged ahead, Buck and his mates struggling frantically under the rain of blows. A hundred yards ahead the path turned and sloped steeply into the main street. It would have […]
Since we’re now under lockdown and the pandemic is hitting California very hard right now, it may be quite awhile before I get back to the Sonoma coast. That’s one reason why these images mean so much to me; they’re the last group of photos I shot at Gerstle Cove last month.
The water level is low; the people are few and far between; and if you keep your eyes open, you never know what you might see.
I recently reread Jack London’s novel The Call of the Wild for the first time in years, so the names of places like Skagway, Dyea, and Dawson are wonderfully fresh in my mind as I watch Huell’s Alaska adventure and enjoy the gorgeous scenery. The town of Dyea is now only a memory — not even a ghost town — […]
July 1979 — This week, I have the last bunch of slides from Crater Lake, which will finish up my look back at our 1979 road trip to Canada. As I think back on it now, it feels like our visit to this incredible lake was only the briefest flash of time; I didn’t write much about the stop in […]
I rather like the photo feature on my phone that reminds me of pictures I took in previous years on the same date. Sometimes they are images I scarcely remember, and it takes me a few minutes to remember where I was and why I took them. Clearly, when you shoot a lot of photos only the really special ones […]
I’m not sure how long this young Blacktail buck was standing there watching us approach. He was hiding in plain sight just off the dirt trail — but neither of us spotted him until he decided we were close enough, thanks very much, and turned to trot behind the bushes and out of sight.