On rhe bike trail

Last image of 2011.

What I Have Learned

joy
love
peace
attention
compassion

this poem form is called ku.

Tile Ponds in Late Fall

Emma and Zen

My Favorite Cowboy Shirt

River - Sarah McLachlan

Merry Christmas all.

Knothole in Deer Creek Bridge

Whacky Squirrel

Where My Money Went This Year

It was actually less than I feared.

Utah Mountains

weird clouds in wyoming

The Reas Show Olive The Beach

Eugene Morning

Giving Thanks for this Morning

lilly chapel elevator

This was my grandfather's elevator until Pillsbury bought it in 1968.

11.11.11

Eleven eleven eleven is
Seventy seven octal
And thirty one decimal.

Ft. Lewis Lodge Lane

Ft. Lewis Lodge

Politics in London, Ohio

I endured a rant from another Democratic Central Committee person yesterday when the issue came up about supporting Kathleen in her bid to become London City Auditor. I kept my mouth shut since I had already learned that the Democratic Party endorsement didn't mean anything. The ranter used outrageously inappropriate language... that is his problem.

I did some research today and found that in London, Ohio, which should contain the most Democrats in this county, had only 372 registered Democratic voters. Independents out numbered the Democrats 7 to 1. Republicans had roughly twice as many voters as Democrats. Independents out number the combined Republican and Democratic voters nearly 3 to 1. Maybe the folks in Upper Arlington have something. Democratic party morphed into the Progressive Party and rule the roost now!

All My Rivers Are Dry

With apologies to Katie Lee, this is what I saw driving to New Mexico and back. The first was the biggest shock. The Arkansas river in Tulsa was dry. There were a few pools, but it was not running! That is one big river. But from there on to Los Lunas, all the rivers were dry. They are actually mowing the river bottom of the Rio Grande out there! It has been a very hot, very dry year in the southwest. But they claim there is no global warming... sigh.

Last Rose of Summer

Fall In West Virginia

The Way Forward

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Schoolhouse Canyon Aspens

Frosty Fall Lass

The Philmont Story

BG Burr gave me a spare Philmont belt buckle when I told him I had lost mine. I was the first scout to visit Philmont from Troup 104. Later BG had gone with our scoutmaster, Bill Holton, and several others from 104. BG had assumed that I went with Bill, but I went by myself. And that made me wonder how I had gone with a Columbus scout troop where I did not know a soul.

Driving home from New Mexico provides ample time for reflection. At the time I took that trip, my father was the troop's representative to the Central Ohio council. He learned of the planned trip by the Columbus troop and arranged for me to go along. I think my trip and my enthusiasm from that trip Bill to arrange the trip that BG took.

I never knew my father was that representative until recently when Gene Pass showed me the records for Troop 104. Thank you Gene and BG for giving me the information to put this story together.

The Sky Above Rolla, MO

Jemez Aspens

I Was So Looking Forward To This Trip

No deadlines, no trying to do too many things at once! Silly me. I have a huge deadline every damn day. Day 1 deadline was getting through St. Louis before rush hour. That was a CLOSE call, but I just made it. Day 2 deadline was getting through Oklahoma City before rush hour. That was easier, but the price was hours of 75 mph driving that was VERY tense. And tomorrow's deadline is getting thru Albuquerque before rush hour. Then maybe I can relax.

In the meantime I am trying to process the fact that Missouri thinks there is a St. Robert. I simply can't imagine THAT! And I don't just me ME!

The Roads Are Really Terrible in Places

I70 west of Indianapolis should not be driven at night... and perhaps at any time. I40 in Oklahoma City is dreadful. By the time to get to Texas, I40 seems okay, but there is little traffic. And don't even think of staying in Shamrock, TX where I am staying tonight. Oil workers have jacked up the price of EVERYTHING, including gas! Go figure!

The Past Was Simpler

I have been retracing two trips I made in the early to mid 60's on Route 66, only now it is I44 and the I40. But I see the old tiny, two lane Route 66 everywhere. It is hard to believe that it was THE path to Los Angeles and the southwest. It looks no wider than the 18 wheelers today. Yet there was two way truck traffic on it then. It was slower and much more scenic. Just the ticket for my Triumph TR4 back in 1965. In some ways I would like to have them both back. But now it is 75 mph in a Subaru Forrester which is much safer and has loads more traction. Sigh!

Fall Brings Guitar Lessons Again

This is a welcome change from the summer ensemble work!

Fall Is The Time Of The Gatherings of Flocks

Artist's Statement for Show in New Mexico

The southwest is a magical place of stone and light. With little rain, the sky is the bluest blue. It is no wonder that the favored stone for jewelry here is turquoise. Earth tones of red and yellow and brown dominate the vast landscape. Complex cultures have existed here long before Europeans discovered this continent. Their ancient dwellings and art are visible everywhere. I have loved this area from the first time I saw it nearly 50 years ago.

Water is a very precious here. It is found only in the highest mountains or in the rivers that flow from these mountains. The clear and swiftly flowing mountain streams are beautiful in themselves and they support a profusion of wildflowers.

I have been making photographs for almost 50 years. I learned my B&W craft at graduate school where I was expected to be a competent photographer. I loved it and I have continued to make photographs ever since. I continue to attend photography workshops to improve my art and craft.

This exhibit is the intersection of my love of photography and my love of this part of our country. I am delighted to team up with B. G. Burr, a boyhood friend from Madison County, Ohio. I would like to thank B. G., Andrea Chavez and the Las Lunes Museum for the wonderful opportunity. This set of images just scratches the surface of the beauty and wonder that exists here and I hope you enjoy them.

A Little HELP!

Ding-a-ling Zen climbed a tree, jumped on the roof and then could not get down. He would NOT come to where I was on the ladder. So I left him there all day. He finally took refuge in a gutter and I removed him just before Emma arrived on the bus... WHEW! The tree is now to short for him to try this again!

Patio Sunflower

Another Beautiful Evening Ride

blast from the past

At Yellowstone National Park

Blue Heron Nest Near Bike Trail

Bike Ride Home

The Tennis Fan

Clifton Mill

Beautiful Evening Ride

Water Lily #2

water lily

Wedding Family Pictures

Left to right the grandchildren are Keegan, Emma, Ailsa, Griffin, Landyn and Ethan.

My Sister's Garden

First Street

Emma and Cousin Keegan

An Older Emma

Parade Winner

Katie Kicks Off Her Auditor Campaign

The tractor is a 1953 John Deere 40 that was purchased so that I could start working on the farm. I mowed and raked hay and straw 10 hours a day for two months every summer. A shocking number of grumpy old men came up to Katie while they were lined up waiting for the parade to start and told her: "You better not wreck that tractor!" Clearly that old tractor was more important than my daughter. And since she is my daughter, I take those comments personally. Sheezzzzz!

1961 Sesqui-Centennial Queen's Court