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July 1, 1979 — Port Angeles, Washington State. On our road trip to British Columbia the previous year, I’d slept inside the VW camper along with my parents; but this year, because I’d wished for a bit more privacy, my dad was good enough to bring along a small orange tent for me. Every evening he set it up at […]
Six months ago, back in February, when I was still working my way through my dad’s old color slides for Memory Monday, I shared a bunch of images from the 1978 road trip I took with my mom and dad to British Columbia. At the time I mentioned that although I hadn’t shot any photographs myself in 1978, I did have some […]
Phoebe, ?-1992 Since I recently shared a video of our late pitbull Gabby, I thought today I’d go back further in time and introduce you to her predecessor. Phoebe was my first rescue dog and my first bully breed. She came unexpectedly into my life one afternoon in mid 1983; she and another young pitbull showed up in the front […]
Pond fishing near Rocklin, Summer 1989 The site of the Spring Valley Ranch in Rocklin was one of our favorite local spots to fish for bluegill — a picturesque, undeveloped area dotted with old oaks and numerous small ponds. Nowadays if you go looking for our fishing grounds all you’ll find is the Whitney Ranch development — a lot of […]
Back in 1987 we had more free time than money on our hands, and we spent a lot of that free time going fishing — whether in our local area or on the Northern California coast. Bodega Bay and the Sonoma coast was one of our favorite places, and we had discovered that winter was a great time to be […]
Back in April 1974, not long before I turned 13 years old, I was very lucky to take my very first trip to Disneyland — not with my parents but with a school classmate and her family. The Joneses had five kids, all girls; I was friends with their eldest daughter, Debby. When the family headed to Anaheim they invited me […]
Whenever my dad traveled to Mexico in the summer time and I stayed home, he always made sure to send me a postcard or two. In August 1973 he sent the above image of Matehuala — one of my favorite towns we had visited — and wrote: “Just a few lines to say Hi and tell you I’m in San Luis Potosi. […]
As summer approaches and the daytime temperatures in the Sacramento Valley start to soar, it’s time for me to practice some serious discipline — rolling out of bed while it’s still dark outside, downing a quick protein shake and a piece of fruit, and heading outdoors while the air is still cool enough to make me shiver. It’s much easier said than done — although […]