Assaulting the visual senses
Bugs find an end to their short life as they splat on the windshield of my car. No matter as...
Stories
Come pick me up
There certainly was something in Iowa's water tonight. Perhaps it was the concrete Death Star auditorium. Perhaps it was the...
Moose in the morning
6am seems to come earlier and earlier for me as the years pass by. Yet 6am it was as I...
The Alpine Loop
It was only 9am on a Friday, yet I was already exasperated. Perhaps my short temper came through in the...
Autumn leaves fall to the hunt
The bright autumnal leaves float with reckless abandon as the car drives along the dusty road. Nothing but pumpkin patches...
Watkins Glen in the Fall
My first attempt to hike Watkins Glen was in March of this year. The snow and ice prevented me from...
being back at St. Winners
I always have a sense of trepidation when returning to a previous project that I've been involved with in Kenya....
Le Reve
When you get upgraded to a suite like this, you know that your time in Vegas is going to be...
My name is Mud (pots)
The smell fills your ole factory senses before you actually see anything, middle earth is churning and gurgling the chemicals...
time to take the final plunge
So today is my birthday, you can hold the applause. Although it really was just another trying and frustrating day...
"making melodies with my hands"
I remember the day as clearly as this morning....the van door opened and my friend Kevin hopped onto the slum...
the Fairy Caves
The little girl clutches her father's hand in a death grip as they make their way down through the darkness....